Wapun Meadow desperation

He watched their exchange in silence. It was clear by the look of surprise from the ruddy girl that she did not know the rabbit-maiming oddity, and so that put the bulk of his apprehension to rest. The more he thought about it (and these were quick flashing thoughts strobing through his mind) he realized that even if they were meaning him ill, he was larger than them combined. He would be able to hold his own if it came to it.

Larus wasn't sure if he should linger or move along, finding nothing of importance between them save the rabbit. It was mangled to such a state that even the hungriest of rogues might be put-off by it - but that was an opinion and nothing more. It surely was not appealing to him, and Larus had just come off of a "lone wolf bender" that had lasted many months.

Still, he was curious - mostly of the dark wolf, the not-quite-right wolf. His decision was swift as was his advance, and he bayed a low call to them both before pausing in the snow, after which he bowed his head low and whisked his tail-tip across the fresh powder behind him. I mean no harm, he told them with his body; he would speak if he had to, but for now would merely watch them.