Shadewood First Steps

The tail shifted, raising up like a banner in triumph (not that he'd be aware of that part), and it was enough of a move for Yutani's initial lunge to fall short. He adjusted with a single fluid motion. His lunge timed well enough to the scrambling of the creature's hind paws, and as they kicked at the dirt and tried to reverse to safety, Yutani had to avoid having dust thrown in his face. He didn't mind getting a little dirty in the process—he was too hungry to be picky, and even if there hadn't been a famine on the rise, dirt and such had never bothered him really. His follow-up lunge brought his dark face so close that he could almost taste the musk coming off of the wolf—Wait.

His grimace of teeth caught upon the appendage while his mind scrambled to catch up to the obvious wolf-scent, now that he was nose-deep in it. The man couldn't help the reflexes that had been trained in to him; he pulled, gripping hard, flooded by adrenaline and the thought of a warm meal finally—and that momentary pause, that recognition of wolf and not the urine smell of fox, was forgotten in his haste.