Boartusk Heights I'm lucky I'm not a vampire

The cry reached the brute's ears and his head lifted from his meal. Pushing the half eaten rabbit cracass away, he got to his paws and padded towards the cliffs that bordered his home. Who was this that screeched to the sky? A howl of victory? 

Tail swished back and forth as he scanned the horizon before hoisting himself into a boulder, slowly making his way up to the source of the howl. Eventually, he came upon a small dip in the heights and he peered down. There, a figure made it's way along the rocky terrain. "Who goes there?" he rumbled, calling to the wolf figure not too far away. His eyes locked on her as she moved, waiting for her reaction.