Fox's Glade [M] my end and my beginning

He had slaked his thirst long before he ceased his absent lapping; in fact his tongue did not stop flicking at the cold water until another wolf spoke to him. Luke snapped his head around to look at the male and he bristled. He bared his fangs as he rose to his paws and squared his shoulders toward this stranger... except, it was not a stranger. He recognized this wolf, but his recollection was dim. He could not put a name to the unique coat, nor could he place the pack-scent that drifted off it.

Familiar or not, nothing about the other wolf's presence, the tone of his words, or his moonlit smile, comforted the upset beta. He growled his unease and clicked his teeth, promising blood if the other drew too near.

"None of your business," he hissed.