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

The white wolf's growl rose in pitch as the demi-stranger promised not to hurt him, reinforcing his own oath to inflict harm if he felt it was needed. The male did dare closer, and the wolf did feign a snap toward him, but at last those gray-toed paws stopped. Close, almost too close, but not across the imaginary threshold that would provoke him. Luke stiffly held his ground with a lash of his tail, his growl ebbing but ever-present.

"What do you want?"

He was poor company, and made it clear that even if he did remember this wolf he was not keen to engage with him this night.