Whitefish River and come undone

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO REPLY. AND FOR THE SHORTNESS, OMFG.

The other wolf was persistent, not taking the opportunity that Atticus gave him to leave the area unscathed and return to wherever it was he had come from. The tension between the two males hummed and vibrated like a powerline of ugly, negative energy, threatening to explode at any moment with the slightest movement or provocation. The mottled agouti stranger came no closer but gave no ground either, and Atticus wasn't stupid enough to attempt to attack him whilst wading through water too deep to move swiftly in (let alone fight), so for the moment, they were at a stalemate. Atticus backed up until the water lapped just over his toes, his teeth bared and the challenge burning in his pallid eyes. If the other really wanted a fight that badly, he would have to come the rest of the way to the shore and throw the first punch.