Redtail Rise Passerby

Mesa's mouth opened in to a wide false yawn to dispel some tension, and he licked his bloody lips; eyeing the wolf that spoke, a woman with a red mask. She demanded an apology? For what? He had hunted his own meal - maybe for the littering? He turned his head slightly towards the path he had taken, but not enough to break his stare.

There were too many bodies at this point. Even though he had done nothing wrong, these wolves were ready to maim him. He liked their attitude; clearly this woman was worth following.

Sorry. I was hungry. He appeared nonchalant as he shook out his shoulders and then stilled, keeping his posture neutral. You want me to hunt for you? I can do that. He had nothing better to do. Flicking an ear to keep tabs on each person present, and feeling on-edge despite appearances. Who are you?