Big Salmon Lake The devil in wolves fur

If I may ask, what’s the weather like? And what time of day is it? I like to be descriptive haha.

Santiago only catches the tail end of the scene as his eyes follow the raven female as she fitfully chases a coyote. The poor thing runs for its life yet still was unable to keep out of her yearning grasp. Upon catching it he begins trotting up, the grass below him dead and crunchy as he carries himself across it, his destination: a certain she-wolf. His silver eyes gaze upon her, intrigued as she viciously rips the trachea from the coyotes neck. Blood costs her pitch black muzzle, along with the plume of her neck and chest.

A low chortle slithers from his smiling maw. “Hola, cariña.” He announces himself as he continues to her side in a languid stride. “How are you?” He purrs in question, though when he reaches her side he can feel the aura she’s giving off isn’t a good one.

He sidles to the other side of the newly deceased coy, in case she needs her space and his eyes study her face. “Something wrong, amiga?” He asks smoothly but carefully.