Big Salmon Lake outlaw

the stranger lifts his head at marius’s call, confusion flickering across his features. he draws up short, dark eyes narrowing as he takes in the new arrival. there’s a guarded tension in his posture.

i’m afraid i’m nobody’s morning rendezvous, he says. his coat, a muddle of dull browns and blacks, bristles slightly along his spine as he shifts his weight from one paw to the other.

his tail flicks once, a snap that could be annoyance or something else.