Deepwood Weald The way of the tramp

Amaguq was enjoying the quietude of the weald when he hears a bark. The sound bounced playfully between the trees before filling his sensitive ears. It was the voice of an unknown male wolf. Another male. Why not a lady for a change? Amaguq stuck his tongue out with the thought, even though he wasn't picky when it comes to carnal needs.
But the stranger had a weird scent, different from the one of the weald, and yet he doesn't seem to be lost. Besides, the guy had a rather... sinister look. Not a good mix for Amaguq's spirit, still in tune with the aphrodisiac vibe of the season.
Amaguq frowned, keeping alert to the stranger's moves.
"Speak if you have aught to say worth the listening." He demanded, preferring the words loud and clear, his regal posture showing signs of impatience.