Totoka River come up and get me

The heat sinks into the thickness of his navy tinted double coat. The warmth of the late day makes him want to hang his spotted tongue out the side of his mouth and roll about in the sand of the ever stretching coast. Lying alongside his kill like he’s on vacation, occasionally treating himself to a dip in the salty water. 

Or that’s what he planned on doing. As he locks eyes with this stranger wolf he’s suspicious of their intentions, but not all that worried. The most he suspects is a fight over the kill he carries, hopefully it doesn’t take a turn in that direction. 

He’s upwind so he’s sure they know mounds about him already just by his scent, yet he knows so little of them. They’re curious it seems, as they step ever closer to him. Ulysses can see the soft creams and the shimmering gold detailing their coat. Ulysses himself tilts his head, the kill dangling and dragging in the granules of sand as he decides to sidle ever closer as well.

Though he doesn’t go straight towards them, he takes a half-circle trail towards them. His face and those misty eyes transfixed on them in the orange hues of the evening light. The side of his body faces the stranger to give them a better view of his size: his most important intimidation factor. The hulking form of hard muscles shift beneath his coat as he slowly circles his way towards them, not knowing what could be in store.