Arrow Lake mourntart

stigmata turned at the shifting of a broad, shadowy mound and he watched the formless chimera take shape of a wolf - inkblack from bow to stern and bejeweled in virgin snow. stigmata lifted his tail and invited the bold yearling forward with a slow, testy wag. he was wary of young males with a natural trot, especially considering his claim to the sunkill peaks had been usurped by such a creature, and he was loathe to forget about that.

he tucked his chin to accept the forward brute's greeting, his eyes prying shrewdly for a tell of danger (or something that he could exploit).