Overture Downs Last ride of the day

Black-ish eyes scanned their surroundings, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Unknown lands were more nerve wrecking than he had imagined, yet he wasn't shivering on his average sized, black legs. All he could think that, perhaps, here he would have the privilege of a pack- or a nice girl to fuck every now and then. A smirk painted itself on his maw. While he wasn't particularly handsome, one could easily get lost in his pools of ash for they seemed to shimmer like diamonds once he was motivated. 

Those very pools of lighter obsidian soon landed on a white pelt- one of a male he hadn't scented before. One eyebrow raised at the ignorance of the young man, but his mouth did not open to say anything. He stopped walking, his head following the white of the other's pelt with a look of "wtf". He soon realized he didn't care, shrugged and went on his way again. Wolves like that just made him nervous- he preferred a witty little female.