Blackfoot Forest the yowling won't cease

A light rustle drew his hawkish eyes over one shoulder, and Haunter half expected a fox, whose curiosity was too great for its own good, to come and meet its doom. What he saw was a Fox, but certainly not the kind he had been expecting. His ear twitched, acknowledging her words, but the only hint of would-be humor in his face was a brief flashing of his yellow gaze. His tail remained lank, out of respect. "That's not the word I would use," he said lowly, swinging his muzzle forward again and peering into the darkness as if there was something to view.

After a pregnant pause on his behalf, the black wolf tilted his head slightly to peer at the small Alpha again with only one of his acidic, menacing eyes. "Am I needed?" he asked, incorrectly assuming that she had been tracking him. He didn't like to be followed, but wouldn't admit it to her. Again, out of the respect that must be shared between subordinate and leader.