Swiftcurrent Creek Fear knows no bounds...

Argh! I know the troubles of posting from an iPhone, Rauvi (psst, it sucks major hambone!) Also, ditto what Rem said -- and Haunter's pretty much a dipshit -- so please excuse his less-than-pleased reaction!

Though the wolf remained seated, Haunter was immediately put on edge by his lack of actual respect towards him. His hackles began to prickle but he resisted the urge to show his canines. The male spoke cordially, and even inclined his head which alluded to manners, but the stranger refused to look away, and Haunter was just barely tolerating it. He could hardly even concentrate on what the hefty brute was saying, because he felt challenged, and his tail went ram-rod straight, lifting to assert himself.

But the one-earred inkblot was not alone in his feat. Fox appeared then, verbally warning the self-introduced Ferdie Von Pelt, who Haunter had not yet offered a word otherwise to answer his questions, too distracted by the staring. As he was not yet used to having defend anything but his own kills, it accounted for his hesitation on getting physical with the male.

His ear fell back in acknowledgement of her presence however, and his tail lowered to an angle that was not as pronounced as Fox's, but clearly read that he was still on edge. Hopefully, the stranger would note Haunter's posture and realize that this was his superior, if he could not already tell that her scent traced every mile of the Creek's borders. The black wolf did not speak, but stared intently towards Ferdie, not taking his yellow eyes away from him for even a moment.