Dawnlark Plains woman king

Standing upwind, Warbone was left to rely on his eyesight for determining the factors of this situation, and the shadow's companion remained out of his immediate line of sight until it became pertinent to reveal himself. The sandy male surged forward, the bristling of his fur visible even at his distance. Warbone kept his position, not turning to face the wolf with his body, but he instead remained sidelong and seemed to perk considerably at the challenge. His tail rose in taunt, swaying back and forth slowly in a beckoning motion. His ears pressed forward eagerly, both interested and unperturbed by the show of aggression towards him. Though his expression was difficult to read with the amassed space between them, there was no flash of his teeth or sound that alluded to a particular expression of how he felt about all this.

Except marginally excited.

He could not decipher what was spoken, but he had definitely heard something from the gorging wolf— a command, it would seem, as the leaner companion hesitated (maybe only briefly) in his approach. Warbone held his position. If they both approached him unfavorably, he would weigh his options on exiting or fighting, but for now one was preoccupied with filling her belly and the other was staved by her unconcerned demeanor. The copper colossus remained, exercising his patience in observing them. He wondered if they would depart soon, or if others would join them. One more arrival and he would smartly take his leave, but for now he lingered, wondering idly if he would be able to scavenge upon their exit. This was far less taxing than finding something to eat himself.