Swiftcurrent Creek The Hunter's Arrow Shines · Pack Hunt

@Fox: There's a bit of powerplay here that I'll happily change if you want. Specifically that she lets him get as close as he is without any action on her part.

The tawny stray might not have bothered to oblige the howl of a wolf he’d never spoken with, but it didn’t suit him to bypass the group when he was in such proximity. Bristling and agitated, he paced to and fro at a scent that faded and stole away from his grasp, then took off at a long-legged and easy lope with the immediate priority of latching himself on to some kind of distraction.

He strolled in, but no further than the outskirts, watching as Bazi whispered something in the ear of the wolf he’d once referred to as “the burly bloke” in her presence and noting the sheer number of faces he’d never seen before with a look that clearly stated that he was wildly unimpressed. The females he didn’t know drew his gaze simply because their physical qualities were far more obvious to pick out than the quite average-looking males—from excessively plush, to elfin-featured and fox-esque colouration, to striking gold. His eyes didn’t stay on any of them for long.

Instead, he loomed over Fox, settling himself at her left flank and facetiously feigning adventitiousness. His eyes moved almost immediately to the scabbing of her ripped up chest which he could only see from that particular angle due to his towering height and how incredibly close he was. He made a single tsk noise of disapproval that was too loud to be unintentional, followed closely by the slightest sly-eyed smirk that betrayed any actual concern as he directed his eyes to the front of the group. He thought she was an idiot, but also that she was an interesting idiot.