Fox's Glade dogma looks but never peers through the smog

Flesh wriggled on his back as his own hairs prepared to guard against this stranger's reaction. But he remained calm. A haunting calm before the storm so to speak, just laying dormant underneath in a hair trigger reaction. Aren't we all. Black digit twitched as he picked out the scents, trying to digest everything he could pick out from the conglomerate of perfumes that surrounded them.

Do you recognize one of these individuals? Or have scavengers united on the scene of a battle. It was likely these two would be following the same scent - and that just won't do. A wolf was such a small meal that sharing was not an option after one of them had their fill and the other would scavenge the scraps and go on hungry for another day.

It would be fight to first - or if he did recognize the scent, it was a fight for survival and this was a knight in shining armour, ready to defend the wounded. The brown brute smiled at the thought; if that was the case, this man was in more of a rush than Vengeance himself. A rush against time to follow the fresh trail before time snatches it away.