Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

The hybrid listened intently while she spoke of her escapade that landed the dishevelled little creature in the wilds. An eyebrow raising at her description of what he assumed was a fox followed by a slight frown at the explanation of her clash with a pack wolf. He only managed to offer a shrug and the matter of fact tone. It's approaching winter, they've got to protect their resources. Of course he had grown up different, trespassing was not something you did, and he doubted anyone would be foolish enough to not know where borders were. Though the females wounds told him different. When she questioned him, he fixed her with a cold stare, golden eyes narrowing, the slight bristling of his fur added to the scene. A moment later he muttered Something like that. He was different, and despite the obviousness of that fact he was never fond of openly being reminded of his heritage. His irritation lasted a few seconds when he thought on her next question Easier? Depends how tough you are. Don't piss off pack wolves and they usually leave you be. Though there are some friendly ones around of you look. His own recent history showed him a lack of prejudice about his paternity. Though it wasn't nearly as blatant as the poor thing in front of him. I'm called Fang, by the way. Quite possibly the most obvious throwback from his heritage. and you are?