Wapun Meadow quick silver

Kierkegaard was not very popular between these two pack wolves… then again, he wasn’t a popular man among many others either. He was solitary. He had lived most of his life in the company of only one other, and even she was close to being as reclusive and wild as he was. These two prattling wolves knew very little of the real world, but then again Kierke was as biased as they came. He thought less and less of pack wolves every day, and his only admiration for them was in the idea that they were stronger when surrounded by each other. That was his only downfall in this situation. Not only was there a looming grizzly bear to their front, but if he were to engage the silver-furred male, the honey colored she-wolf would surely come to his aid. The female had remained silent, but as soon as Kierkegaard had let his words fall from his lips, she had turned to him with bared fangs and an angered expression. He drew his golden gaze down to her and a low growl was emitted from his throat. They were on neutral ground; she had no power over him there. If she wanted to fight, Kierke was confident that his brute strength would carry him much further than she anticipated. Flattening his ears, he lowered his head just slightly, threateningly. “I’m sorry. Did you want to be left alone with the bear?” Tossing his head back in the direction of the silver male, Kierke peeled his lips backwards and snarled in response. Surely, if he had been left alone with the bear, he would have had a higher chance of making it out without aggravating her. Now that he was knee-deep in the idiocy of pack wolves, he was certain that – one way or another – he was going to be forced to fight. He would not stand to be spoken to by this pretentious pack wolf and his female companion. Kierkegaard did not have the patience for it.