Phoenix Maplewood before we talk of war

"I am," he agreed with a slight dip of his head. The stranger did not get any friendlier, but Fus had found that, at times, worry could supersede all positive emotions. Dark energies hovered around the man and his family's maplewood, but the lines of the other wolf's face were such that Fus was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Darkness visited everyone at some point, whether or not it was invited.

"I will do this thing, then," he said to the male, deciding that removing himself from the scene would likely help soothe the other's nerves. "Expect me again in a few days. I will come in the morning with food - and perhaps something for the children to play with?"

But he was already backing away, reluctant to turn tail on the man who had so recently snarled at him. "I am called Fus," he added, giving one last wag of his tail before wheeling away and heading off at a fast clip toward more open areas of the taiga.