Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

As the large paws hit the snow, the slight crunching noise was almost inaudible as the pale eyes focused on the light colored male. He moved swiftly and silently, as a rattler after a mouse. Saliva hit the snow as it broke from his lips. Grinning, his ears swiveled forward as his tail twitched in anticipation of the wolf flesh.
Then he saw the tail, and it stopped him. He wasn't full wolf. Would it taste the same? Swallowing, he sniffed the air again. The stranger's scent was so familiar. It smelled like...her. Darting his eyes back and forth, he thought quickly. Maybe he would know who she was. Swinging his body out and around, he silently made his way quickly around the other male unobserved, he hoped. He let the wind catch his scent and waited.