Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

the male looked from the clutched token, to the cool gaze of that silent she-wolf; he dared to gaze within those chilled depths only a moment before he drew his gaze lengthwise across her hard muzzle, thin cheeks, lean form.

there was no challenge in his posture, only a wearied, chipped-away aspect. he caught the glinting edge of her teeth, a sly smile that was rewarded with a thin smile of his own, a treasure he would keep and think of later.

"what is that?" he asked, dully looking to the trinket held between her paws. he expected no verbal answer, yet studied the strange orb with a dread wariness.