Boartusk Heights Tenderfoot

Good thread.

The stranger reacts predictably, tautness undulating across his body like the expected crack of a whip. Natjuk wants to reply but his motivation is wanting, practically evaporating beholding the beast beyond the glacial stream.

It is not cowardice that stops him from snapping back, just disinterest. While it is sensible to have a healthy dose of fear, Natjuk harbors none. Not in the face of teeth, or bone-chilling cold, and certainly not another wolf. And that will be his end if he doesn't wisen up.

With a parting leer, Natjuk turns on him. As reserved as he came, he passes into the shaded bramble and begins his descent down Boartusk Heights. There is nothing for him here...but there could have been.