Porcupine Ridge outcomer

Summer watched the scene unfold with intensity in his bright sunny eyes. He was well aware that his part in the hunt had come to an end, for any further movement in his current state was likely to either lose them their kill or lose him his life. Luckily, the strange white wolf was swiftly upon their prey with a murderous blow.

The boy caught his breath as the deed was done. His attention was pinned to the stranger, even knowing it was their prey he ought to have been giving his attention to. Though they had successfully made the kill together, there was little trust between them. As way a beast as this alabaster male was, the ebony wolf was just as much so. He eyed the man as he stepped back and looked upon him, the same amount of wariness in his gaze as Summer held for him.

For a brief moment, the Ostrega was stricken with the impulse to attack and drive this white wolf off so that he could take this kill in its entirety back to his pack. He knew he could do it--his elder the stranger may have been, but they both were tall and strong, even at Summer's less advanced age. He held himself back, however, knowing they were not on the most convenient of grounds for him to attempt this heist. The terrain would force them to share more than propriety, but Summer would wait to see what move this golden eyed beast would make first.

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