Sheepeater Cliff Wanderer

Just gonna conclude this.

Farstep took another step forward, then another, baring his teeth in a classically wolfish grin of malicious intent. It was mental warfare that the wolf employed, but he gave the aura of a male who was threatening physical confrontation. The white-furred bitch with the weird markings would give up her kill, or he would take it by force.

She was more intelligent than she seemed from her behaviour, and ended up nudging the hare in his direction. His lips peeled back over his teeth as his vocal cords vibrated with a throaty growl that punctuated each step of his imposing prowl, and when he bent to grab the rabbit messily in his jaws, his eyes never left her. Leaving almost no room for her to say any of her words, all of which were meaningless to the voiceless Farstep, the male wolf swung on his feet and trotted away with her offered hare clamped firmly in his mouth.