Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

He presses against her, and she instinctively shoots out a tongue. The salmon pink slab briefly licks his snout before recoiling like a snake. There is a ghost of a smirk there. "Comme c'est gentil de ta part..." she coos, following his body. No longer were they nose to nose. The man turns away, sniffing and following the shrieks of birds.

The spook falls in step, allowing the other wolf to take point for now. She's curious too - wondering what sort of bones this fated encounter would give her. Silence. Then... Her eyes brighten as she runs ahead, shoving past the ivory man. Her fur tickles his own coat before shooting off. "Avoir! Aller!" she snaps at the carrion crows.

Deer. The carcass of a doe lays beneath the festering flying parasites. It was perfect. Grabbing one of the crows in her jaws, she gives a sharp bite. It falls dead in her mouth. Spitting it out, the spook begins to murmur almost lovingly to the body as the other avian shriek and fly away.