evening phase

I had reason to be weary of woods, having been born under the open sky of the north. Even if a pup was removed from it's birthing den, the earth had already staked its claim on the young life and no doubt the creature would feel forever bound to its natal territory.

I heard the rustling before I saw him emerge from the fingers of the forest, their shadows releasing his scruffy golden and white pelt into the dimming light. I couldn't help but peer closer.. This was not a true wolf. What a delight to come across such a specimen!
I had only heard the rumors of domesticated dogs, but such a mix... My legs danced my lean white frame closer to the male as my curiosity was piqued. He held all the traits of a wolf, with rounded ears, a strong jaw and a narrow chest, but his markings and coloring. Normally my reluctance for any sort of conversation with strangers was crossed out by this alluring brute. But as he opened his mouth, I immediately halted in my tracks, my banner slowing it's pleasant wave to a small, raised flitting with its tip pointed earthwards.
The strangely beautiful male had decreed a warning, something I heeded as I stood tensely in the grass, my eyes finally parting from the exotic canine.