Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

Crius's darkened form with stiffened with the sudden interruption, a wolf? Floki? There must have been two wolves behind him, that or there was one wolf getting him confused with someone else, either way, this was quite a situation to be in; if they were hostile he could probably take a chance and dive into the water. 

He looked back and tilted his head, "Floki?" he called into the dusk, head tilted, "I don't know of any Flokis but,if you come out maybe I can help you find-" a scent caught his nose, a mixture of two different foreign smells; his hunch was right. The dark wolf would have to play this situation carefully and collectedly, to avoid a premature attack. 

Squinting his golden eyes he tried to make out whatever forms he could, though his vision was still failing him.