Shadewood A foe turned friend

Auds of obsidian swivel to flatten across the top of his dark crown, his mistrust of the mountainous wolf’s teeth sparking that memory of his easy dispatch on that cold coastline. He froze, canines locked over a particularly tight string of muscles that he would need to tug free. It was a warning, him not knowing whether he should speak freely or enjoy the meal. The unknown made him uncomfortable.

But he did not snap.