Arrow Lake falling down a rabbit hole

She could smell him before she saw him. The stench of rot infiltrated her senses, stirring a snort to escape her as her muzzle swung lower, turning to glance across a slender shoulder. A monster rumbled down toward her – cloaked in a pelt of swarthy grey and black, she noted the immense size of him. Of course, it was not this which stirred calculation within her mind – it was the malicious intent that seemed to almost ooze from him – a presence of what could have been considered Sos himself, it was as if the great black bear had come to claim her for good.

He moved across the ice then. The crack of the frozen waters concerned her more than his presence, and with the sudden noise, she knew her chance of fishing had been vanished, at least for the present time. Shifting her golden figure, the she-wolf swept her gaze over him, curiously yielding upon the symbol that carved one of his eyes.

He did not speak – one fiery eye stared openly at her, and the River wolf could barely contain the small grin that threatened to slip forward. “You reek of death and power,” she erupted the silence with a purr, her eyes drifting over him once more. “What is it you seek here, dark angel?”