Chimera Fields la promenade

Renoir squinted up at the sky when he thought he saw some sort of change above him. A glinting red, he thought. Bright like amber. It was distant and difficult to see, being a pinprick of shifting glow, but he concentrated upon it - until the silence of his surroundings was broken. The stranger's call had not been loud, but it boomed nonetheless; he felt a spasm roll down his spine and seize in his chest, and backpedaled so abruptly that he was falling in reverse, scrambling, absolutely and horrifically surprised. A small yelp came out of him as Renoir fell back, and when he finally landed frantic eyes upon the stranger, he saw it was only another wolf.

Mon dieu — he wheezed while gulping air, Was dat really nécessaire? Apparently it was, but while Renoir's heart was still furiously beating and his system was spiked by adrenaline, he felt nothing but contempt for the awful creature before him. His clear gaze narrowed as he watched the stranger, huffing through his nose and panting messily from his mouth, his golden fur spiking in an uncharacteristic display of hostility. Whoever this was, they were quite rude for disturbing him!