with your sharp teeth

He lingered as if to be her shadow with this passing meeting. Tonravik had business here, but this wolf? Kerosene had yet to formally encounter a wolf from this pack. Or perhaps the druid..? The scent was vague, but present still and his interested was piqued. He only knew Tonravik in her most natural habitat of the spine. This side of her was interesting. Nevertheless, he lingered, listening until his presence became more necessary.