Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

The focus of the hunt was interrupted by a new scent, that of a wolf. For a moment he still stared at the doe before moving his gaze to the presence across the field to the wolf a short distance away. It was a female of dark cream coloring, holding herself in a way that made him think she feared him. Not wanting her to think he would hurt her he returned the chuff in a friendly tone.  After that formality was done he slowly made his way to her, his tail wagging slowly and his ears perking forward to show that he held no ill intentions. She too looked hungry and he wondered if she'd be willing to hunt with him.

"Don't cower...I won't hurt you. Are you looking to hunt? I was going to go after that doe at the border of the herd, she seems to have an infected leg...I'm sure there's enough meat on her for the both of us" he spoke quickly, but in a hushed and friendly way. He offered her a smile as well, hoping that she'd straighten up and stop looking like he was about to lay a beating on her.