Rising Sun Valley thin thread

Dovev had a fuse of a temper, and slowly the eager playfulness was ebbing from his eyes. His neck was beginning to feel a little sore from bending it up at such an angle, but the wolf kept a watchful guard at the bottom, where the ground was shadowed by the ridge.

What even are you, anyways? he asked bluntly, referencing her hybrid shape. Dovev could see the difference the strange female carried- a thinner ribcage, longer legs and more of a pointed face with big ears. She was definitely not a full blooded wolf, even though her eyes carried that unmistakable, ancient yellow tint.