Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

As he caught the light colored wolf in his line of sight, the black and white snake grinned, his eyes glinted in the sunlight. Just as quickly, his face changed into a friendly look. Relaxing his body into a neutral stance, he waited until he got closer.
He watched as the man searched for him. It wouldn't be long before he found the snake of a wolf, coiled to strike yet looking like an innocent face. He was still far enough away that the man could not make out the rise and fall of his chest. Impatient, he stood and shook. The snow flew off of his thick fur, as if trying to flee from his presence. Chuffing a greeting, he smiled and wagged his tail slightly.