Ravensblood Forest making splinters

To the dog's grunt, the coywolf offered a dip of his muzzle. Neither had anything left to say. Without a glance back, Jaws turned from the canine and was on his way again. His mind briefly idled over the dog's story, but knowing he would have no answer to it the wondering was quickly abandoned. Instead, his mind refocused on the usual: scouting the territories and looking for his next meal and place to sleep. Wherever the dog was going, Jaws was certain he would not be seeing him anymore.