Bearclaw Valley thanatophobia

The wolf likely would have continued unperturbed had it not been for his paranoiac surveying of the undergrowth. This was brown-hunter's territory; that much was clear from the stark markings that clung to the cliffside. He very much expected to run into her again - and so when a flash of brown fur caught his eye, he strode towards her with a tooth grin.

"AYYY? You vatch from ze bush like a perrrrrv?" He laughed heartily at his own joke, awaiting her inevitable departure from the underbrush.