Porcupine Ridge axehead

it didn't at all put him at ease how calm the bright wolf was about the whole ordeal. majorly, because yonder had no field knowledge to judge whether the dark one was a loner, or soon to be backed up by twenty snarling jaws.

he gave an expression likely lost on canines, an awkward smile, wing slightly unfurling to likewise gesture at the carcass. ideally, the bright one wouldn't be killed before his eyes.

... although, it had been a while since he's had wolf.