Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

The threat seemed empty to the ebony wolf, who kept his features passive despite his intrigue to the response. He could not fathom Mahler taking it well had a creek wolf been making the members of whichever pack he now ran with uncomfortable, but he was not interested in bantering opinion. He had said his piece and Mahler had spoke his. He would have been more disappointed should the man before him not felt a need to protect his pack mates as well. 

Safe travels, was all he offered in return as his swarthy form shifted, waiting to watch the other wolf drift back toward the mountains shadows.