Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

Shard's eyes drifted, unable to help himself and looking over the wolf with a slight. A male, young adult by his looks, and probably hungry. He had yet to encounter a male here, and the concept excited him. . After all, not every man was like himself, he knew. He didn't want to start a fight and get his pelt dirty, especially at the likes of such a lad. He chuckled, pushing the prey over to him and trying not to come on too strong and ruin whatever this encounter would be. Patience, he had. A lot of it, he had to. Respect kept his form free of scars and other imperfections. 

The man's head bent down and pushed the rabbit towards the young wolf. He could hunt another. My name's Shard. Take it, Louis. You're not disturbing me at all.