Whitefish River Like white smoke

around them the cold shuddered. thin beams of sunlight flittered in front of him, cut only by the long shadow cast by his slender limbs. the wolf in his sights was aware of him and in the midmorning silence the stranger's voice rang, accompanied by a friendly lilt of his tail. iliksis decided then that this wolf would likely be an easy mark - it seemed the type to be obliging and trustful of strangers. iliksis rose his own tail in a quiet wag, but stayed his tongue for his mouth was still occupied by the half-defeathered grouse in his jaws.


he pulled close enough to survey the agouti, a glint of mistrust in his dull eyes. what snaked around the wolf's neck was curious indeed, but iliksis did not fear it. wordlessly he canted his muzzle towards the object, his eyes trailing from the collar to the male's own eyes with clear meaning: what's that?