Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

And phone post number three!
I should have my computer back in a few minutes.

Szymon's eyes flicked automatically to the approaching wolf -- a streamlined fellow with thick, lustrous fur cast in various mottled shades of gray. His lean muscles bunched in readiness as the strange wolf grew closer, breaking the silence with a sharp tone that brooked no argument: "This is not helping. Stop this at once!" Instinctively Szymon flicked a tattered ear, swiveling it with practiced nonchalance; hunting here was not against any rules that the golden-eyed Cairn was aware of. Still, he did not yet know whether the other wolf had company that would be eager to chase a loner from a prospective kill. Only the suspicion that the wolf had been talking to himself instead of addressing Szymon directly kept the prospective angler from vacating the premises. When the moment passed, Szymon sought to catch the umber-eyed wolf's attention with a low rumble. He looked pointedly toward the herd, wondering if the wolf was interested in joining forces. They could likely pull something off with one of the fawns even if no other wolves arrived.