Greatwater Lake Teufelskreise

Enmity fell away to regret. Repentance did not ease the seam of his forehead. Nor did it take away his cautious stance and protruding hackles. The aspiring sleuth's mood shifted far too quickly. Thus she was unworthy of his slack, sociable lineament. If the wolf was unfeignedly sorry, she would persevere his misgivings for it was not uncalled for. Kapvik did not yearn  combat. Especially if it resulted in the strain betwixt their packs. Backing up to put space between them, the wolverine relieved some of the inelasticity from his limbs. At this distance, Burke's faithful would be hard pressed in catching him unawares.
INDENT“You always greet strangers like this?” Gruff and forthright to get the point across. Ayana would know the error of her ways by pettish words alone. He had no desire to capitalize on her mistake by force. If they came to trading blows, Kapvik would make damn sure his hits count. Every last one. The female dug for identification and the Epsilon grudgingly gave it to her. “Hibiki.” The name of a dead man. Hibiki was the first mistake of many back then. Too bad Hibiki was aught else but sun bleached bones now.