Blackfoot Forest I couldn't imagine a more perfect evening

Corvus' creepy grin returned and Ephraim felt a thrill of fear zing through him. The man wouldn't eat him, right? He had never really been threatened with being eaten but his instincts told him it was a very real possibility. His muscles tightened in his legs, preparing to take him away in a moment if Corvus' intentions weren't good, but all the male wolf did was tell him to listen.

Ephraim flared his ears and concentrated on the sounds in the forest, then flinched hard when another scream broke the stillness. He couldn't imagine what kind of creature would make a noise like that. Something huge, he reckoned, with sharp teeth and sharper claws. Shiver. "S-scary," Ephraim admitted, tail twitching. "Whassa fox e-eat?"