Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

he didn't stray too far from the water's edge before he tore into the fish. he could have gone farther—should have, probably—to find somewhere better than the open air all exposed, but his eagerness overtook him.
he was about midway through wolfing down a fair portion of the soft flesh when movement caught his attention. it rested just on the outside edge of his peripheral. his gaze snapped to it, furs instinctively bristling as he roughly swallowed that cumbersome fish piece.
the movement belonged to none other than a wolf. he was towering, kind of like that guy lakhos had seen at the grotto. he seemed pretty healthy too... which made him automatically a threat to the much smaller, more flighty nature of the coywolf.
placing a foot on the fish only to keep a tab on it, lakhos found that he could not tear his eyes away from that of the stranger's. he should have picked up the fish and ran, knowing how often his own good fortune ran out. he wasn't a betting man and knew that the house always won.
what're you lookin' at?
the words came out a lot more steady than he thought they would, if not a bit dry. ironic, considering that he had just had a mouthful of water not even five minutes ago, but boy did his tongue feel like it was made of sandpaper right then and there.