Golden Glade The Colour Red

A voice sounded out, and he rolled over to flatten himself to the ground. A dark-pelted woman spotted in the distance he smiled, but did not answer her.

He would wait for her to approach - yes, it would be much more fun that way. Much easier to scare. He questioned where she may have come from; admittedly relieved that her scent did not speak of a pack.

Pack wolves were much less fun, they always had someone to cry to.