Bearclaw Valley a predicament

Aventus kept sharp eyes on the child. A silent, satisfied smirk when the pup sat down and an equally silent flinch when Glaucous stood again were the only indications that he was aware of anything but the granite coat in front of him. His singular focus was so intense that the raindrops pelting him weren't even felt, much less seen.

Avicus, now, each calculating step placed with attention-grabbing authority. Any wolf would be hard-pressed to ignore that. It afforded the perfect opportunity for her shadow to sweep in behind, pausing only a moment before rushing forward. For now, his teeth were sheathed. He aimed to bowl Glaucous over with the force of his body, shove him into a more compromising position, make him squeal like the prey he was. Anything to excite the blood.

An image of another prone wolf flashed behind his eyelids, and drool pooled heavy in his jaws. They would eat this one, too.