Tuktu Weir I’m No Hero

riley paused mid-prowl as dakota spoke, fixing a honey gaze on the yearling. riley raised his head instinctively - the full of his height flaring as if he were peacocking in response to the male's shift in posture. riley did not like this strange wolf - not one iota. in riley's head he believed the strange wolf was not right -  and not for his looks alone.

he was not in the least taken aback by the male's directness. if anything, there was a certain thrill in hunting something that knew it was being chased. riley regarded the male with a reptilian gaze, his tongue thumbing between his front teeth in thought. "what is a 'dog'?" riley asked, unfamiliar with the term. he assumed it was a non-native word for wolf, but again, he could scarcely call dakota wolf at all.