Wapun Meadow Did you walk the expansive nature, and feel the wind burning your soul

the stranger parried, managing only to make himself seem stubborn, rather than clever. stigmata thought a truly hungry wolf with any aptitude for survival would've taken the opportunity to double his chances for a meal, but this one seemed inept on that front. almost daftly suspicious; and certainly more interested in challenging the tactician's worth as someone to align themselves with, rather than trying to find out if he had a chance at any deer tonight or not. and stigmata wasn't so sure he was willing to take the slight.

an ominous ripple seemed to pass through an otherwise stock-still stigmata as their eyes met - a challenge, surely - and were he capable of such humor, he would have laughed in the male's face. but as things were, he was an incredibly dour wolf, leaving a thundercloud behind sword-silver eyes as he silently threatened the wolfish void with its emerald gaze against making another false move. "i am herding, not hunting. your luck is not necessary." this wolf obviously took him for a fool, whereas stigmata had seen him as potential worthy of possessing. it would be a false dream, however, as pride almost equal to his own would make this younger wolf unreachable to his snaking advances.