Duskfire Glacier nature, nurture, heaven, and home

A shadow materialized out of the thicket and shaped itself into a great, savage beast. Twin eyes of glacial ice were pinpricks against a plane of dusk. 

His muzzle snapped up and he leveled the wolf with a mercurial look; the fur on his spine rippled, caught somewhere between threatened and unsure. The tips of his canines peaked out from behind terse lips. But the wolf—a young female by scent alone—was disinterested in conflict. He watched as she idly sniffed at the tips of the grass and said nothing to release the silence.

Sitiyok rolled forward to stand solidly on all four paws, even the injured one. It was mild enough that his brain hardly registered the fleeting bite of pain as the open wound shifted beneath his weight. His ears shot forward, "Lost?"