Moonspear All my pictures seem to fade to black and white

There was a howl at the borders and he headed towards it. Fur every which way from the wind against his skin. Lightening and darkening the small places of his body, and chest. He recognized the howl, but was unsure who exactly it was. 

Green eyes dipped from one mountain peak to the next and he followed the trees and the scent of fur, and piss and paws. Until he made it to the edge. A small smile lit up his features and he winked at the saucy wolf he had told a story with their bodies. A Fine specimen. 

Brother hunter. he called out with mirth in his voice, laughter in his gaze.