The Bracken Woods A Shady Guy

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He grunted, the wolf before him seemed foul and lazy. No wonder, a member of any pack would be alert. Instead, this loner spoke to him in an air of nonchalance. Goliath, in his hive-mind rhythm, replied firm and stoic. 

You. he growled. He kept his tail firm in dominance, and tried making himself look more imposing. Taking each step slowly, Goliath began to circle the log on which the lone wolf stood upon, one paw at a time. He analyzed this one, only to see scars on his back and legs. It was rather surprising, as from the other side the wolf seemed neat and trimmed, not battle-worn. 

Scars, why? he said in his broken and heavily accented speech. Whatever way the suspect took it, he could always reply with force. The circle began to grow smaller, until he was an arms reach away. One wrong answer during this "Interview" and Goliath would clutch him into his grasp.