Wolf RPG

From afar, the creature might have passed as a bear. His head was low, thick earthen ruff shielding his features as he took in the scents trailing the plains. A tail emerged from the mass of wild dark fur, and the creature took a step forward with a gait far too smooth and skulking for any bear. No, it was a lone wolf who prowled the plains.
Heat-scent had woven itself over the land. Lazarus knew this place would be fruitful. A sharp puff of air escaped his nostrils, and he lifted his head. The proud wolf howled, a clear message in his words. He traveled in search of a mate; a strong woman to bear strong children, and claim a home alongside him. His days of fighting in wars without end for masters who cared nothing for him were done.

An answering call came to him on the wind. Lazarus snorted and turned toward the sound immediately, tail flagging confidently. Excitement turned his veins to liquid flame, and his mind raced with the possibilities. He had only been searching a short time, and found it difficult to believe he would find a suitable mate already.
His hopeful speculation died as his eyes caught on the mud-streaked figure of a frail wolf. A small wolf. His lip curled in disgust, eyes hard on her. I called for a strong woman, Lazarus spat, words dripping contempt, and turned away to leave. How disappointing.