Ravenshook Cliffs on the long way down

This one was defensive, the fur along his spine rising into threatening spikes, his tail signalling his discontent. Taggarik's stance did not change; it remained neutral but confident, his expression blank through the accusation that he had approached with ill intention.  

Honor was inedible; it did not feed the body, and the spirit of the wild was best satisfied by surviving another day. He was not above thievery, but this wolf had nothing to steal, and he was still satiated from his last meal. He settled himself onto his thick haunches, his tail tucking against a hind paw.

"What will you do when winter comes?" He asked, his deep and gravelly voice calm, even.