Fox's Glade Second Decisions

They walk side by side in the dim light of this forest, the soft sheet of snow cold beneath his paws. The wolf-dog’s size compared to the smaller coy-wolf is significantly different when they’re near each other. It cause Uly to look down to the raven tinted wolf.

As those moon like eyes gaze upon him, he laughs himself. “Seems like you found me.” He comments. 

He gazes down to the other, the light trickling in from the negative space of the canopy above them. The light leaves splotches on the ground and on uly’s face, shining off the scar atop his muzzle from humans much long ago. 

Then Uly contemplates; what has he been up to?  Nothing really. He thinks, so he nods at the coy wolf and simply says, “Here and there. Nothing interesting of course.” He shrugs. “I stay clear of the packs near the area and I have no reason to fight unless provoked.” He smirks at Merrick, “And not many attempt to provoke me. Even though I’m quite the gentle giant, yes?” He jokes, bumping his body against the coy, punctuating his joke.