Blackfeather Woods I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

Kove’s eyes didn’t stray far from the stranger, watching his movements and the manner in which he presented himself closely. He noted the lowering of his body, just as he caught sight of the still-curled tail—whilst the former appealed to him, it was not enough to make up for the latter. The words that followed were heard but not acknowledged as he walked, stiff-legged, towards the speckled canine. His own tail arched over his back and his lips curled slightly, revealing but a few of his teeth as a warning. Although the recent hierarchy had jumped around a lot, with one wolf leading one day and then another the next, the submission that was to be shown never changed. Years ago, things had been stricter, and that time was the one that he presently lived in, still, as he dared the other to further his challenge.