Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

Sensing a shift in the scent he followed, Angler lifted his head up. There they were, a rather lithe wolf with a coat brushed with dark markings. He felt an urge to freeze, but he also knew that if he were to establish himself in this land, he would have to gain confidence. There couldn't be a pack in this land, so he felt he was in his right to bristle his coat a little.

He stopped, mirroring the stranger, but than he moved toward them. Not directly, he would circle her, a challenge, a warning, a show of fearlessness, however it would be taken. His head was still instinctively low, and his tail did flex towards his stomach, but he willed through it.

"Are you walking through or scoring lunch?" He quietly inquired, his voice would not have been heard if there was wind, it was a soft whisper, false bravado in his body couldn't translate to his voice.