Dahozhoni Meadow runnin'

"Vermouth," he says, the lie coming out smoothly as ever. "I'd say it was nice to meet you, Bruno, but..." Vermouth trails off with a shrug, though his lips curve slightly.

Without another word, he turns his body, black toes once more pointed at the stretch of trees ahead. He has no interest whatsoever in staking a claim, despite his territorial tendencies. He's even less interested in settling down with a she-wolf. The part about offspring is true enough, though...

All he plans to do is find himself his next meal. With that thought in mind, he licks his jowls and breaks into a sprint. Soon enough, the woods swallow him.