Swiftcurrent Creek (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

He grew surlier with each passing day. Rhakios could find nothing to smile about and spent his time skulking around the creek in isolation, interacting minimally with the wolves who rescued and sheltered him. He hunted rodents for himself on occasion, but mostly helped himself to whatever the pack was putting in the caches.

The coywolf stared hatefully at a dry, dead twig. He swatted it around with his paw, deep furrows in his forehead and buckles in his snout. He was so engrossed in his brooding he had no awareness of the pup coming his way until the boy's snout jabbed into his shoulder. Rhakios snarled and snapped his teeth in the air as he sprang sideways, putting that buffer between him and this unknown and sudden threat.

Only, it was no threat. He quickly realized that, and bristling like mad, surged forward to take his bad temper out on this younger, presumably weaker specimen. Snarling, his fangs went right for the tender flesh of the other pup's nose.