Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

His golden yellow hues peer over at her as he hums thoughtfully at her reply. He smiles then when she hesitates to come closer, yet she does. He respects her for her cautiousness towards him, anyone who had an ounce of intelligence left in them should be iffy around stranger wolves. It’s so common in the life of a wolf that it is almost an unsaid rule.

Still eyeing him carefully, he continues. “The two legs are hard to explain. They sound monstrous if you’ve never seen one before. So weird they are.” He chuckles bitterly. “Dogs though, are like us. Their blood originally came from wolves but, the two legs altered them. Making them look different than most of us wolves do; lots are told apart with their different looks alone.”

With a nod, he gestures back to his tail, curling neatly on his hips. Then with his nose he points down to his pelt. “I am part dog. Instead of calling my mother wolf. They called her an Akita. That’s why I have a tail like this and stripes on my fur. I think they’re mutations or whatever.” He says the last part carelessly with a wave of a heavy paw. “Dogs work for humans–two legs, or at least most of them do.”