Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

ah, there she were. a small, exotic thing. a blonde.

delectable.

the stranger strode smoothly toward her, cooing in the wolf way, smile in his eyes as he tried to-

the pitter-patter of feet was lost in the ears filled with his own heartbeat, and the man spun around too late with a snarl when sharp teeth bit his mangy hind, his own meeting empty air where a gasp ago was a 'yote.

the man looked to see a larger specimen, blood-stained as a barbarian - oh.

he saw now their make.

lure in and kill.

fuckers.

he raised his tail and growled at the male, ignoring the girl for now.