Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

From over his shoulder came a voice, quiet but energized, and his ears tilted back. The fur along the nap of his neck stiffened in surprise and he tucked his head low so that he could turn his head to catch sight of whoever had spoken without frightening the geese off...Though truth be told, they weren't the least bit concerned with the two predators hidden beyond the cattails. 

The wolf who had approached him was a handsome creature, with a wild hunger in her silver gaze, Still, she seemed content on hunting with him, which he appreciated. In spite of all the things wolves could argue and bicker over, he was glad that for the most part, they would pull together and work alongside a stranger in order to get a good meal. There was a chance the sinewy shadow might have been a part of Ursus or the Saints- but she seemed to intend no harm. 

And she was right- when he looked back, he could pick out the goose whose wing looked odd in angle- perhaps from a rough landing. A few of the feathers were out of place, and it wasn't held at its side at the same angle as all the others. This might not be too hard. He slowly turned back to give the dark female a soft smile, and mischevious side-eye. "You ready to give these a honkers a good run?" He asked, collecting himself so that he'd be ready to move in when she was.