Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

What do you mean, up and left? the male responded in an affronted, guttural tone. The tundra wolf was obviously right here, in front of the loner, a physical embodiment of the land behind him. His eyes seemed focus and narrow, swirling pins of opal in his white-coated face.
I'm right here, aren't I?
The loner had added a grin at the end of the statement, and the wolf could only take some provocation to it. Perhaps something was funny to this grayed stranger. Something that Dovev hoped to clear up real soon. There would be much more hospitable places this male could partake in his boredom with. Places that were empty and far away from Creek territory. Unless this loner had some sort of intention to finding a pack, in which the tundra stalker could perhaps assist in, albeit warily. Even though Dovev was quick on his impressions, they did not fade lightly.