Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

The ruddy male was startled to come across another wolf — especially one his nose told him did not belong to one of the two packs. The humidity in the air made both their scent thick, and Kincaid wondered if the other wolf had been on his trail, perhaps looking for company. Regardless, he seemed not to realize Kin had turned back in his direction, so the male alerted him now with a quiet,

"Evenin'."

He slowed his steps, giving the male ample space, and swung wide around him to broadcast his willingness to be on his way. His black eyes, however, were bright with interest, and he was willing to stand and be sociable a while, if that was what the other was after.