Whitefish River cupid's demanding back his arrow

With an audible sigh of relief, the alabaster male relaxed. Swimming was not what he had planned. He spent the moment looking for a quick exit in case the silver wolf decided to follow through with the previous threat and charge him head-long into the flowing waters. It didn't take that long for his attention to return, the mention of food being a strength at the moment. Apparently this fellow had a differing idea.

The off-hand way he spoke of sparing El's life, was it really a threat? It was enough for the hackles to bristle and his own discourteous 'wuff' to escape in an almost annoyed growl. Like hell he was getting a snack for anyone, he was hardly capable of feeding himself. He stared for a moment, trying to read something, anything in the other males face, was this a joke?

A shake of his head and he began moving towards him, hopefully to just walk past. "Not likely. If you really want a snack you can bite my ass." If only the snarky response wasn't so likely to have some truth in a minute