Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

This particular venue by the lake had led Dovev to suspect a vacancy in the wolf population, and obviously, he was wrong. Trying to find some quiet solace had brought the pale titan to another of his species, feasting on a deer. With a rigid but low flag, the wolf padded forward. It seemed the large but dark femme had backed up, and her lips parted. "Want some?" they seemed to beckon, and without a word, Dovev came to the brunt of the kill and extended his jaws. Their top daggers ripped through the bloody hide and into the tendons of the back and flank, severing a large bit of the deer's form. It was quickly snapped up without a second thought, before his gray orbs snapped onto the female's, almost in a silent dare. A slow, sure grin spread onto his now bloody visage in thanks.
"Delicious."