Porcupine Ridge outcomer

There was a fleeting moment in which Kierkegaard actually believed the dark stranger would take advantage of him in his injured state. The ashen wolf stood looming over the goat with a savage expression on his blood-spattered muzzle, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. The pain was substantial in his hock, however Kierkegaard knew the risks of allowing a pack wolf witness the injury of a lone wolf… even more so around fallen prey. The dark youth had others to worry about feeding. The Sairensu male only had to worry about himself. Still, Kierkegaard was feral to his bones. He had no reason to hold himself back if the inky creature should have attempted an attack, though he was at a severe disadvantage. Canting his head back towards the fallen prey, he allowed the hackles to settle along his shoulders and spine. The pallid monster knew that he could not have afforded to lose his meal due to his own savage ways. Drawing his tongue across his muzzle, Kierkegaard flashed his gaze back towards the darker wolf and gestured with his head and a sweep of his muzzle for the stranger to take his pieces of the kill. His only guard would be to wait until he saw what the darker wolf was aiming to do. If he was wanting to fight, Kierke would not turn tail and flee without a final stand. If he was willing to simply share the meal they had captured together, the ashen loner would settle for that as well. Again, the ball was in the other creature’s court.