drifting out slowly

Aquilo spotted a wolf or was it a wolf? The white prince trotted closer, steely eyes on the male. His scent was different, not entirely wolf. A halfbreed? A wolf dog. He stopped in front of the stranger male, ears pricked and tail raised. He seemed to be injured and in a lot of pain too by the comments he had made a moment before, the white wolf looked on as the halfbreed started hopping.

"Well, what do we have here?" he said, amusement edging his voice as he trotted closer to the stranger, bright blue eyes flicking between its injured leg and his face trying to see if he had met him before.