Neverwinter Forest bladerunner

As only a large ego would allow, July ate carelessly. He held little to no regard for his surroundings, and afforded the luxury with barefaced arrogance. The virile yearling toted with him a few of the scars such an irresponsibility could often dictate, but since he had yet to meet his match in a fight he subsequently felt no need for caution. Without mind, he cracked bones and snarked down marrow— making the typical racket of a gorging beast— and he remained completely unaware of his company until she sought to draw attention to herself.

The wolf reacted with only mild alarm; his grey hackles bristling and his head snapping in her direction, mouth thick with red. Offering only the most cursory of glances, what he spied was a pale mixed breed, small and stretched thin by neglect. He should have been concerned about the desperation that came with such bony creatures, but July's only thought was that he could overpower her if he needed to, which resulted in him making no motion to rise or otherwise accost the ghostly intruder. Instead, July postured defensively— selfish by instinct— and initially he made a low rumbling noise of dissent to her request.

His stormy eyes rolled away, treating her presence as more of a nuisance than an actual threat, and he dug back into his fox with renewed fervor. The young male's choice not to chase her away unintentionally came off as an invitation to be more persistent.