time goes slowly when you're only waiting til the sun turns black

She cast him a stony sidelong glance, reluctant to meet the glacier fire of his own coruscating chillblue gaze. She could not tell from the riffling wind what packlands he hailed from, and decided since her privacy had been unintentionally interrupted that she may as well glean what she could from it.

Despite the arctic welcome she gave him he seemed friendy enough - slyly she pulled herself from the embankment and rose to a predatory trot, circling around the cold water bank in his direction. As she came to a close she dropped to an ambling walk and met him squarely with her sovereign muzzle held in the manner of some proud hyena gaunt and unafraid. "Who are you?" She spoke.