Great Bear Wilderness i walk this empty street

Jack's dark eyes flitted quickly upon a dark canine figure. A wolf. From Jack's experience they could be annoying, always thinking they were more superior than crows, thinking birds like Jack with four years of history were just lunch. He had not lived four years to just be lunch. He ruffled his feathers more on purpose, trying to make himself look larger. More aggressive maybe, too. "Hello, Wolf." He said quietly in his deep voice, his black eyes looking into the canine's green ones.