Otatso Wetlands atmosphere supreme

Weird.... o_o

The silver wanderer was tense, tail lifted up, ears pricked and eyes wary. Both of their packs were at an uneasy agreement though he did not think it would last long. He'd met Fang the other day and they had a rather pleasent conversation. It had only been pleasant because both sides didn't seem to care about the other, or because he was glad that Fang wasn't too attached to The Sunspire. This female, however, was different. A bad different.

And she came at a bad time, he was not in the same calm easygoing mood he'd been when he met Fang. He was all tensed up, ready for a fight so she probably wasn't going to get the same treatment that Fang had gotten from him.

The ashen male watched warily as she approached him, a curious smirk on her features. At least she had the sense not to go too near. The dark tip of his tail twitched as she approached and chuffed lowly, her tail moving from side to side. He was in no mood for games.