Sleeping Dragon cold harbor

Gluskap did not feel as though he had much to prove to the inky woman who had granted him entrance to her pack. They had established all there was to establish when she had met him on the borders and inquired about his talents and skills. This proved to be a thought that crossed the coywolf’s mind when a pale female sprung from seemingly nowhere and exclaimed that Glu was to fight her. His brows lifted slowly and his sharp yellow eyes roamed her figure with a placid expression on his features. Dark lips formed a straight line that did not seem to move for a moment while he contemplated the events that had just taken place. The dark-muzzled woman did not seem too threatening, though her voice had suggested she was quite serious about duking it out with the coywolf male. He peered curiously at her for a moment, but did not move to confront.
 
“I’d rather not,” he finally responded with a small frown on his narrow muzzle. His bright canary gaze followed the lines of her body and he found himself entirely perplexed as to why the woman would want to fight a fellow pack member in light of the famine that had ravaged the Teekon wilds. Lack of food meant weaker bodies, and while he was aiming to lend his hand in healing those who became injured… Glu was not too intent on adding himself to that list.