Shadewood get used to it

He studied the creature before him -- lean, tawny fur with dark chocolate accents. Had he been of a better mind, it was likely he would have noticed how attractive she was and went with that – yet his heart was far too distraught at the current loss of the redwood tree pack.
 
Her bright eyes squint past him, and Constantine allows his muzzle to drift back, the scent of the other stranger only coming to him when his pumpkin eyes fall upon her. She’s a gruesome thing, and he feels the guard hairs along his spine lift with caution, though he offers her nothing more for the time being. The ivory beast only stands and waits, watching them – the tint of red from her eye tinting the air with the fading scent of iron and blood.
 
One ear would flick at the sound of the other wolf’s voice, and swinging his muzzle back, he releases a gentle sigh at the information. He had expected no more, and gave a small nod as such. “It wasn’t always like.. this,” he offered, his tone gentle as he lifted one paw to give a gentle wave of exaggeration.