Otter Creek Konk-la-ree

As the sun dipped below the horizon the tawny hellion would stir from his own roost. Forelimbs stern out in front of him stretching and flexing a the rogue male would sober up from his day of rest. His thick hide of brown fur was ruffled up before setting off at a steady loping speed and it was not long before the hunter would sense that he was not alone. The disruption of the birds as they took to the heavens was his first clue. His ebony ears snapping back against his skull and all four of his limbs bending at the joints to lower his centre of gravity closer to the soil beneath him as snapping of twigs and branches could be heard - a struggle perhaps? But then there was silence. It would seem as though everything were back to normal as his piercing jade green eyes looked ahead to the scene of the crime. The dim light would not yet reveal Kittiwake but his keen sense of smell would detect her presence. Another wolf was here, hunting also.

His sleek body would meander closer with a strong urge to investigate. The she-wolf was not exactly hiding as she sat on the bank of the Otter Creek and a thin smile would carve into a thin smile. A woman was not a threat, not to the persian taught wolf. Slipping even closer he would take a stance to her right side, ears now pressing forwards and tail would begin to rise behind him. "Greetings."