Phoenix Maplewood my flesh and soul are still at war

Mercury could have answered differently - told Pura that he was from a pack, but perhaps not the pack his stalker was referencing. The Blacktail yearling took this to mean that Mercury ran alone, and was hungry enough now for the line between guess and certainty to be blurred. He watched the other wolf inhale deeply, processing the mixed scent of wolf and woodland.

Pura took a single step closer, stopped, watched, and chanced a second. His muscles hummed with tension, the marble-like eyes stared. "Doesn't matter any more," the silvery creature responded tonelessly. Then he charged.