Wapun Meadow Lonesome Nights

terance was an awfully unfortunate looking wolf for her to come across. large, dark-furred, covered in multitudes of scars that made him come across... mean, for lack of a better word. truthfully, terance was the opposite of mean, quite kind, actually, but he knew his appearance betrayed him. and, at the end of the day, it served as protection to scare off intruders and protect his family. he could fight well and would in a heartbeat, but terance did not lust for blood. 

as he came to cross paths with the slate woman, he paused, surprised he had missed her as he'd gone through. perhaps it was her stature, or the fact that she was downwind, either way, she gave terance a gentle startle, and he stood still where he was. his nose twitched, green gaze blinking as he recovered from the shock. sorry, you scared me, he offered her with a warm smile, my name's terance.