Bramblepoint Tōboe

The woman wished to inspect his kill. Shiranui tilted his head at her, curious. He did not know of sickness that lived in the animals that he hunted. There had been times when he had come upon a carcass that had reeked of disease, but he knew better than to scavenge it. Instinct instructed him to move on and leave it where it had died. The white wolf was a hunter, though. He did not doubt the animals that he fell with his fang.

Shiranui looked to his prey with a small waver of his tail. It was already mostly devoured.

Stepping aside, the white wolf glanced toward the woman with a pointed stare. The ruby color of his eyes was intent on her for a moment. When he pulled his sights away, it was to look back at the remnants of his meal.

Shiranui chuffed softly and stepped back several paces so that she might have room to do whatever inspecting she wished. He sniffed at the air, curious about the scent of pack that she carried on her coat.