Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

(grins mischievously)

As the creature rose from the darkness and looked around, a smooth voice reached his ears, yet it was off, as if the batteries were running low. It almost sent a chill up his spine as he quickly turned to face this dark voice. As his eyes landed on the night demoness, he immediately raised himself up, his eyes as sharp as the razor rocks below as he watched every nuance coming from her. The shadows seemed to follow her, envelope her into it except the two almost mesmerizing purple orbs that seemed to stare into the soul. 
Even with this, his voice was slightly annoyed, the pain bringing him back. I would say yes. I did not expect a petulant child wolf having the brains to pull my shoulder out of place. The pain was getting annoying, so I fixed it by falling off a cliff. No big deal. He shrugged, the sharp pain from his side would shooting through him, but his face stayed almost annoyed, determined not to show this wolfess weakness, knowing she would jump on him in an instant. Watching her carefully, he sat back on his haunches and tilted his head. What did she want?