The Tangle VIII

Kigipigak did not know this man. He did not like the way he moved; there was a familiar predatory edge to it, and to couple that with the scents upon the stranger's coat, he knew he could not trust this stranger.

Then their tail lifted as he drew closer. Kigipigak's posture shifted to something to rival it, strong and a touch more imposing, while a ridge of silver-capped guard hairs between his shoulders began to rise.

He wanted to know where this man had come from; however, he did not want to ask outright, as any flash of his teeth might be seen as added insult. Kigipigak had to be more cautious now - he had a wife, children on the way, and no desire to involve himself with Tartok.