Kildeer Rest Winter's Kiss

((OOC: That's really sweet of you, thank you! ^.^))


IC:
Pluto bounced from paw to paw, dark eyes settled firmly on the much stronger albeit clumsier predator, flicking a large ear to rid the tender flesh of one or two stalks of long green grass that had beer ripped from the earth by the wolf's harsh pivot. At his previous inquiry, the towering female visibly paused, his words eliciting a small laugh from her lean muzzle before she responded with a single word. Pluto's brow slightly raised, knowing by scent that she belonged to no pack but at least hoping to elicit at least a small reaction from prodding her lowly status. Weren't lone wolves looked down upon by pack wolves? Eh, he wasn't a filthy wolf; how was he supposed to know? In his own eyes, a lone wolf was a smart wolf if they were able to survive without having to rely on an entire army furry cretins. 

"Nice. No 'alpha'  to boss you around." Pluto chortled, the word "alpha" slipping from his maw like a serpent uttering a threatening hiss, full of distaste and malice. A true canine didn't need someone standing on their shoulders, watching their every move and keeping them from being truly free. Perhaps he was bias, but he was certainly hypocritical. If he had the chance to lead, he probably would take that chance and run it straight into earth and ride it right down to hell. The female had lowered herself into a crouch, sliding through the torn, flattened grasses like some overgrown feline stalking a mouse. Pluto's paws quickened as he continued to bounce, silence filling the air as the two canines faced off against each other, both attempting to play the other for fools. 

Suddenly, Pluto leaped to the right, toes lightly brushing the soil before he sharply pivoted and jumped back to the left, attempting to trick the slowly approaching wolf into thinking that he was aiming to run past her in one direction, when in reality he was ducking to the opposite side and continuing his little jig, eager to see how the clumsier but unarguably stronger and deadly canine would respond. Her eyes did not seem to reflect any malicious intent, instead filled with a wild glee that mirrored the bluish coyote's, although it was slightly dimmed and fighting for dominance with a mocking gaze in his own ebony optics.