Firefly Glen Sukauto

A greeting was called into the chilly air.

Shiranui turned his head sharply toward the one who spoke. It was not the preacher, but another wolf who roamed the wilds. A few waves of his tail suggested that he would not cause harm to the stranger. A small whine from the back of his throat was proof enough that the white hunter would cause no harm.

Shiranui gazed at the ivory of the other man’s coat. They were almost gradients of each other. The white wolf was sharp and cold with the winter snow colors of his cloak. The other was touched by a washing of cream that covered every inch of him. His figure was a handsome size and shape. Shiranui wondered if he belonged to a pack.