Ocean's Breath Plateau the impious soul screams

the snort turned his ear sideways so that it swiveled to catch the sound, wondering if there had been words attached to it. the slender length of his muzzle swung to meet the figure. the coloration was one that he found comforting, if only because it was familiar to him. it was the size and shape of the stranger that gave anti pause. his brow furrowed ever so softly, creasing just between his foggy gaze. the dark tip of his tail wavered hesitantly to this man – this brute – who had appeared from the rain and wore a cloak of fire on his back.
 
his spindly limbs were stiff, unmoving from where they had planted him in that moment. anti could not see a reason to move forward if he was uncertain of this man’s intentions. he did not know the wolves of that world. anti only knew those of his homeland, and it was in this moment that he missed them very much. the mute wagged his tail again in an attempt to show the fiery stranger that he was welcome to approach, if that was what he wished. anti would not flee from any form of adversity, even when presented with a mammoth with no clear intention.