Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

The wolf's ear flicked before he'd registered that there was something to hear. He cocked an eyebrow. Footsteps, probably, but large. Nothing that could fit in the holes he'd been examining. Much too clumsy to be a deer, too. 

He turned his head, catching a glimpse of something white maybe thirty feet away, obscured by spotty foliage. 

He'd felt a flash of annoyance. Whoever that was was making his job harder by bumbling around. The large wolf had been careful to stay silent, but the other wolf--a female, he now realized, catching her stench on the wind--had ruined any attempt he had made to stay undetected. 

He wanted to make her leave, though he knew there was no point now. So he wouldn't. But he at least wanted to express his frustration. 

He shook his fur free of the wet dirt that clung to him, cleared his nostrils, then padded forward. 

"Was wonderin' why I ain't been able to find any food."

He chose not to elaborate further.