Firestone Hot Springs Texas heat

Otherwise focused on trudging along, he didn't notice the descending wolf over his shoulder until she had called down to him -- drawing his acidic eyes glaringly towards her. A very light tang to her scent gave him the notion that she was injured, if only slightly, though he couldn't tell where as she had carefully came down to his level and was closing the distance between them with a light gait, favoring her right leg.

Though he noticed, he didn't comment; and he chose to remain still as she approached, Balthazar's body positioned lazily, if not slightly disinterested. It was much too hot for socialization, he thought. Still, he didn't threaten her or even ask her to get lost, which was at the forefront of his brain and would find itself spoken if she proved irritating in any fashion.

She also smelled of a pack, which made him leery of their surroundings. "What?" he asked immediately when she was near enough for him not to raise his voice, his eyes scanning the tall path she'd just come down before returning fluidly to her.