Blacktail Deer Plateau All of My Love

Hazel eyes examined the forest as an almost peppery grey wolf scanned the borders. He sat now, like the sphinx, stiffly and with almost a snooty air if seen by an outsider. The day before he had met the beige and rusted warden of another pack, and Fury couldn't help but get a strange vibe from her. Where Fury didn't talk because he felt too many words were wasted, the female seemed like she didn't speak very much in order to annoy others; or maybe Fury was just annoyed. He did not like quiet wolves, even if he was quiet himself.