Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

Whit was not so consumed with the prospect of a meal that he did not hear the approach of another, which was pretty odd for him. Lacking the desire for introspection however, the young wolf turned to look for the source of the noise. He spotted the inky black stranger soon enough striding towards him and set his posture to regard him with neutrality while his tail gave a friendly wag. It never hurt to have back up when embarking upon a hunt, and Whittier was not about to drive help away when it came so willingly towards him.

"Hey," he said quietly, not wanting to disturb his quarry. Not that the horny little amphibians would have noticed at all considering the veritable Woodstock they were having in the lake just a few yards from where the pair of wolves stood. "I'm Whit."