Lost Creek Hollow you'll change me into something bad

terance arrived swiftly to the borders -- he was nearby, luckily -- to find an older she-wolf, pale, with an icy gaze to match. he didn't regard her as cold, though. 

as the barren trees rustled beyond them, the dark male gazed upon the female curiously, his tail arched above his hocks as he positioned himself. he offered a kind smile, though small, and let a dark ear flick towards her. welcome to the hollow, he says, not feeling particularly threatened in this situation, is there something i can do for you?