Otter Creek Outside tripping in the broken city

The dark wolf looked down at his paws and was quiet for a long moment, then he mumbled something about hunting. Koda almost didn't hear him, his voice was so soft. He studied Dark thoughtfully. He had the build to be a good hunter, but he seemed much too timid and unsure of himself to be helpful in a hunt. 

"I dunno, he don't really look the huntin' type," he said to Pallas. Koda advanced on the other male, head and tail raised in a dominant posture. If Dark could stand up to him, well, maybe he'd be more useful than he looked. "You look more like frightened prey, to be honest."