Shadewood i wear my soul on my sleeve at night

It was not often that he could be found in such a compromising position; weary, he had let the snow blind him.  As soon as the other wolf emerged from where she'd been laying a low snarl ripped from his throat, quelled as quickly as it came.  Without looking behind him, now aware of his surroundings, he took a few paces back.

He paused for a moment, said Sorry, and cringed internally at how clunky the apology sounded as it tumbled from his lips.