Great Bear Wilderness Take my hand through the flames

She was stopping for a drink- he assumed as she lifted her head from the water. His tail was carried high in dominance- the Caldera was indeed close-by still and here they ruled. He was small, but never would he back down if this woman wanted to bring his "friends" harm. She seemed rather neutral though as the water ran down from her mouth and she neatly picked the droplets up and into her mouth again. Trick could only focus on the many cuts present on her snow-like muzzle and the pack-like scent she carried with her. It was not a pack he knew (Then again, he didn't know many) but it was enough for his hackles to rise slightly in defense.

Greetings. He said in his honey sweet voice, handsome face still studying her every move. If only he had paid attention on the way to here- he would've found poison in a tail flick...