Lion Head Mesa Pólemos

A dark wolf approached the edge of the mesa and held his footing like a man who knew his worth. Arsenio eyed him with a sharp glint of his icy gaze. He drew his head upward, tall and proud, a single sweep of his tail was offered before it settled. 

No business. The auburn wolf shrugged lightly, a motion that might have been missed. The grizzled silver hairs on the other man's face captivated Arsenio for a moment. I am but a fang for hire, seeking work, fýlakas.