Lake Rodney see where you hide

The more the merrier!

A different disposition appeared to take hold of the once-anxious wolf that had bristled at approach. Features went rigid and seemingly self-righteous. A question had beget nothing more than another question. No information had easily been exposed from the dark-coated alpha forming her own territory. Most who had attempted the inky drifter's recruitment had easily produced a location, goals, or specific traits that interested their regime. The wolf was left with little. 

While the approach of another was not outwardly witnessed, the faint ruffles of damp grass had. The pitch-coated wanderer did not display he'd noticed, preferring to keep one tall, feathery ear aligned in the direction it had paused. Perhaps it was a prey item or perhaps, as experience had strongly dictated, it was backup looking to snuff out competition. Whatever it was, attention was split between two locations in an unwieldy situation. 

"Stuff," he said smoothly. "Things." Expressions had slipped into a stony neutral. Burning gaze did not relent on the female's face, unyielding to her sudden confidence in neutral territory.