Whitebark Stream High Time

Caught unaware in a reverie, Valtyr only noticed the thundering beast when her heavy paw-steps reached his ears. They twitched and orbited as the yearling swung his bracken head around to see a gunmetal she-wolf stampeding towards him; a low, deafening bark accompanying her charge. Immediately the ridge of agouti hair along Val's spine stood on edge as he let out a deep, raspy bay in surprise. His posture locked up as he went on the defensive - a sudden rush of adrenaline making his head ring. Had he been so careless as to cross a border? The Sveijarn squeezed his whiskey-colored eyes shut and waited for an impact that never came.

Fortunately, the women suddenly slipped and tumbled to a stop right in front of him. Valtyr didn't see her go down, but witnesses the last silver flailing paw as she made hard contact with the earth. "W-woah!" he couldn't help but stammer, taking a few paces back, "what were you trying to do? Take me out?!" Valtyr's tone was mixed with equal concern and agitation as his gaze flitted about for any friends that stranger might have and he readied himself to run should the situation call for it. He wheezed a cautious breath before adding, "you okay?"