Blackfoot Forest how lonely lies the city

The brute watched the petite thing, an interested smile on his muzzle as faint as the cool colors of winter. Oh, how he missed winter. She greeted, sort of, which sounded like more of an insult than a greeting. Was he not good enough for words? He stepped forward, his tail swaying from side to side, almost touching his gray flanks that were spotted with black. She didn't seem that interested in him. That wasn't a surprise. He was a simple brute, trusted his instincts more than anything and would kill on command.

May I help you? He asked, watching as she showed signs of wanting to leave. His gut had led him here for a reason, she wouldn't get away that easily. He rushed to her front, blocking her path. Yes, this may be annoying, but if she could treat him as nothing more like a rock, he would treat her lower as well.