Duck Lake Eclipse Hazel

In another post it was mentioned that Birk didn't hive much for beauty and aesthetics (though he liked pretty girls and his own handsome face), because they turned your focus away from the things that really mattered. And now - when he was suddenly swamped by a pair of wolves - he cursed under his breath for his own stupidity, when he turned around to greet them.

The male in the little company did not get that much of a kind greeting (a quick, evaluating look over his features and a skeptical cough) than his companion, who was a very good, if a little unsure looking she-wolf. For her he mustered up a very polite smile and a respectful dip of his muzzle. "Who are you?" he asked out of curiousity and to buy him time, if these two were here to eat him.