Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

A faint gust of breathy wind caused his ears to swivel and flicker, reflecting his pensive state. They had exchanged names, and now Dovev was left to infer what sort of beings they might be. They didn't look hollow and ragged, a sign of care. Perhaps they were in a pack, or were just adept at surviving as he was, besides the fact the female had found a meal in insects instead of actual prey. The thought still brought a wry grin to his lips. His glazed blue pools observed silently as she asked a question. Pied's own orbs were glued to the other male, who had stalked quietly closer. The look wasn't hard to interpret, except the white beast was more concerned about his proximity. Dovev locked his gaze upon Scimitar, boring into colored pools that were so similar in hue, yet held completely different intentions. The arctic wolf's scruff bristled slightly while keeping a neutral stance. He had no desire for the other brute to come any closer than need be. Besides, he had been here first, hadn't he? And Dovev wanted the pair no closer to the ridges he called home than was needed. Might as well bait them away with information, anyways. He wasn't exactly thrilled to give in to the their questions and proddings. A name was sacred. It was a label, a tag, a meaning to each memory a wolf held inside its' mind. And by giving them his title was to lock his details permanently into their skulls. I am Dovev. And yes, I do live around here. Alone.