Iktome Plains the road of trials

there was nothing other than the sound of the other male’s voice to announce his presence in the area. when his words struck, they forced anti to turn sharply in the direction of the stranger. his foggy gaze locked onto the features of the wolf he had never met. the length of his ears stood tall atop his russet crown before a single aud flicked to the left. it had not been the first time that a stranger had referred to anti as being ugly, and the volgra was certain that it would not be the last.
 
it seemed that the stranger had a peculiar sort of charm to the way that he spoke and interacted. for a moment, the wolf of the sun was envious of the ability to speak so freely. the mute did not know such gifts, and it was likely that he never would. as was his nature, anti threw the morsel toward the stranger and nodded his head. for you, his gaze seemed to say before his dark lips curled into a small smile.