Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

Fury narrowed his brow. The female seemed too passive. He may have carried a dull look upon his own face, but that was to make it seem as if he were dumb or bored. Deception. This wolf just seemed to have no personality.

"Why you woof at me, wolf?" His tone was accusatory. In passing, he had only ever kept an eye on another wolf to observe their actions, or growled in a warning; many males came to look upon his mother's beauty, even as she had aged. This wolf, however, had no reason to communicate with the wolf that was Fury.