Firefly Glen such a nice guy, you tell me everything twice

The shadows cast by the trees seem to cloak the massive wolf that approaches him, but not enough to conceal the ice in his expression. Dread fills him, and for a moment he's reminded of Kratos; that makes him feel worse. But this wolf is different, somehow. The dark stranger holds none of the appeal Kratos had — especially with eyes so similar to the man who'd attacked him for basically nothing. He stands in silence as he studies the other, tail lifting slowly to arc over his back, hackles rising in irregular spikes along his spine, chin tilting up defiantly. He's in no mood to be challenged, even by one who seems the shadow of death itself.