Dawnlark Plains Lonely life the only life.

The other wolf was quick to rise to his feet and show a healthy amount of submission which effectively cut most of the tension. However, with Wynter soundly sleeping so close the bastard found himself wary of any unfamiliar faces that wandered too close to their makeshift homestead.  The more time that the ragged wolf spent with his agouti companion, the more he found himself growing fiercely protective of her.  Sure, she could take care of herself, nevertheless, Reek was the type of wolf to be completely sure.

The other male was young, nothing more than a year, give or take a few months. And at that age, he posed little threat to the safety of the two, which made Reek drop his guard. "Yeah, yeah it is," he replied with a slight smile, looking down at the yearling from a highpoint on the ridge.  "And you are?" He questioned before jumping down from his perch on the ridge and next to the yearling.