Lone Star Mountain graustufen

mahler's eyes beheld the large rams in the distance, far too large for him to fell, but intriguing by their own nature all the same. however, his attention was drawn by awareness of another; the beast turned his scarred muzzle and let his gaze rest on the lupine shadow that matched his height. from this distance, and beneath the fall of night, he could make out few details, save that the creature demanded a wary sort of respect.
breath rising in a plume, mahler rumbled an invitation, pitched low for the ears of the other wolf. lilac stare lingered a moment longer, and then the musiker had gone back to watching the pair of rams, impressed by not only the sound of their blows but the roll of their hard muscles beneath their thick winter pelts, the imposing strength that did not belong to predators.