Greatwater Lake When I feel the snakebite enter my veins

whatever kivaluk has expected, it had not been the stuttering that had greeted him from the other male. a soft tilt of his head is given, gaze taking in the sunbeam kissed male as if he could discern what appeared to make him nervous. perhaps, kivaluk thinks, it was simply the fact that someone else was out here in the first place.

he was looking for someone: golden fur and golden eyes. a family member? kivaluk asks. he supposes, in truth, it matters little whether he is told either way. it wasn't actually kivaluk's business; and either way his own answer would not change.

no, kivaluk admits a beat later. you're the first wolf i've came across out here. then again, he hadn't been looking.