Gilded Bay In Rainbows

Patience was something Sheol had in excess; he knew eventually someone would come along, and with this bear shaped boulder and the mist, the opportunity to play a trick was irresistable. His father might have frowned upon such frivolity- their talents were to be used for manipulation, not mischeif; but Sheol had never been as serious as his father. 

And there was his victim; Sheol peeked around the very edge of the boulders every now and again and finally caught sight of a wolf approaching. There was something hesitant in her body language, so he felt confident he could fool her.

From deep down within his chest came a rumble that was definitely not canine; Sheol and his father had tracked bears in order for him to learn how to imitate them. There was a deep, open throatedness about the way they vocalized that he’d found difficult as a teenager, but now that his voice had dropped, he could imitate a bear with relative ease. He pushed his breath into a whuffing, grunting warning- and though the boulders did nothing to present themselves as a bear, the mist swirled and danced with his breath, which weaved about the stones and toward the female.