Firestone Hot Springs I dodge your hammer

[size=x-small]Hi. Sorry about no avatar right now.[/size]

Vision more focused peripherally to the left, Yuda scowled at himself for not noticing the dark female that lay across the river. Slowing to a stop, the black-eyed male turned his head slowly to analyze the wolf that had called out. He noted that she was of a young age, possibly around his own — although it was not feasible to tell since wolves came in a vast amount of heights and weights. How she carried herself, though, was Yuda's way of telling that she was around a year.

His voice did not call out in reply. The dark youth simply stared with the black depths which took residence in his skull. Yuda thought words were a waste, and, therefore, did not speak much, if at all. Not realizing that he was probably being impolite or bad-mannered, he continued to stand like a statue and stare at the female who lay on the other size of the flowing waters that separated them.