Dragoncrest Cliffs [Mudwallow Lowlands] Tresspasser

S'all good, I love to see a more aggressive character anyways :3

Angler trailed the pack wolf's paw prints, eyes set on her tracks in the mud, and ears set to her herself, listening for any change in temperament. He did not dare look at her too long, excessive staring often set off wolves, for the gaze could be an unspoken challenge or foolish and unearned comfort. He did occasionally glance up to see her hackles almost seemed to never fully settle, and her step was not a patient one, so he followed not too close behind.

The terrain kept it's signature damp earth, yet the grass faded away and the water logged mud grew even wetter. Within some time the guiding wolf than came to a stop, and Angler stopped as well. he looked up to see her bared teeth. She snapped a command and warning, he was to get out and not return less he face harsher consequences. In response, Angler nodded and began to move out.

As he drew closer to the pack wolfs side, he could not help but look up to see her face, in the back of his mind he regretted it nearly instantly, but the tilt of his head was already in motion. perhaps she would take it with a shrug and scoff, but he would take no chances.Angler ran forward, his paws cried out against him, but he went on.

Not for long though, as he soon tumbled over, an embarrassingly short distance between him and the border.