Twisted Slough hiding behind a pack of lies

as her ears picked him out, colt tensed. his eyes were upon the small golden wolf which had suddenly appeared. the man snorted and in true briggs fashion, stalked toward her. if there was something to know, he would know it. if there was something to have, he meant to have it.
the man ran his tongue across the ridges of his teeth and hooted out, "reckon yer wandering same as i am, ma'am?"
from here, colt could not see the milkiness of her eyes to know she would never see his ugly mug. he kept his steps heavy, vaguely challenging as was his way.