Spotted Eagle Mountain Sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound.

"No," the pale wolf answered, maybe a little defensively, and he twitched a pale ear, "it was an accident!" He stood there, awkward, and considered just turning away and leaving this sourpuss to whatever weird plant-eating shit she was up to, since his presence was clearly unwelcome. What kept him rooted was a reluctance to turn his back on a stranger who might see it as an opportunity to sink her fangs into his flesh.

Viinturuth blinked, burgundy gaze sweeping briefly over raised sterling hackles and a pointed glare. "Uh," what the fuck was he supposed to do? Standing and gawking wasn't much of an option and was likely to further provoke her, unintended or not. He swallowed, and fidgeted uncomfortably; "what are you, uh... doing?"