Ankyra Sound I ain't ever had a type, having a type takes two

I see.

Her scorn for his name and her judgement of his mother garnered little reaction from the black wolf. No more than a twitch of his ear. The displeased expression that twisted on her face and the way she stepped back from his calm intent to meet her was of greater interest and meaning to him.

Skookumchuck drew back his snout. This Wylla was a skittish and unapproachable sort and he had no further reason to be in her company if she had no want of his. He turned away, the matter of the hide wedged between his molars returning to the forefront of his mind and inspiring his paw to his face again.

Good hunting to you then.

Unhurried steps put distance between them as he headed on.