Meadowlark Prairie Birdsong

He tracked his mate, to a field. She wasn't alone. He stalked up to her coming to stand beside her, A snarl ripping from his throat, as he came to face the male. "Leave, now." He knew there were wolves out there who took advantage of the weaker just for sport, but he absolutely despised them. His form trembled with rage at his mate having been threatened in such a way. He knew she was smart and could have easily gotten herself out of any trouble. He also knew that she wouldn't be interested in him scarring his face right now. "I have a surprise for you, lets get out of here." He whispered conspiratorially to her. It was the only way he'd be able to control himself, gaining distance between himself and the other wolf.