Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

Again, feel free to take this in whichever direction you wish... :)

They met his emergence with overt signs of displeasure, causing the yearling to crouch slightly in the hopes of avoiding a physical altercation. He dropped his dark gray eyes to study his black toes, though his ears remained alert. Would they drive him away before he could explain himself? But then he heard as the she-wolf began to gorge again. His left ear twisted backward when the red male, his father, gruffly addressed him with a single word: "Speak."

"You match the description of a wolf I am searching for," Impala replied promptly, his voice even. "I don't know his name." He paused, then glanced upward at that russet-furred, yellow-eyed face before averting his gaze sideways, away from the feasting she-wolf. Carefully, he asked, "Do I look familiar to you?" His heart still beat heavily in his chest, thumping against his rib cage. He found himself holding his breath.