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As the light faded in the sky, the normally good natured wolverine had his brows drawn as he slinked through the snow. Muttering to himself, he sighed as he came out of the trees. Stupid she devil. Slowed me down. Should have dealt more damage, teach her a lesson. He checked his side, looking at the chunk of flesh that was missing. It stopped bleeding last night, although it was now pretty stiff. Shaking his head, he continued to lumber across the snow, his frustration seen in the way he walked.
As the wind changed, a strong scent of wolf crossed his nose, and he wrinkled it, the scent stronger than he would like it to be. He had been careless again, not watching his surroundings. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it didn't end well for whoever was involved. Most of the time, it was the other creature that got the brunt of it, but he had seen some nasty looking wolves in the area. Standing up on his back legs, he scanned the snow and caught sight of the wolf. He rolled his eyes. He looked more irritated and odd than the female. What was WITH these wolves? Not in the mood to back down, but also wanting to get around him, he walked as if he were going to go around him, not even glancing at him, a single grunt the only acknowledgement he gave to his presence.