Lost Creek Hollow Lone ranger, Wayward son

Dakarai loudly munched on his meal, when he paused sniffing. His ears went back, before flicking back forward and twitching from side to side. The wolf was near, and was now close enough for him to tell it was another male. Instincts told him to growl and protect his catch, yet curiosity made him wonder why the male didnt come forward "Come on then, I have the nose of a thousand wolves. No use in hiding" he called out, pushing himself into a sitting position. 


Eyes looked in the direction of the male and he gave a wary sway of his tail "I mean no harm. Unless of course you mean me harm" he said cautiously.