Otter Creek the art of the fox

Golden eyes watched as the black wolf gazed forlornly into the creeks waters. They tracked him as he made a sudden lunge into the snow, and returned with a mouse clamped in his jaws. His jaws. The brute's teeth were overgrown, protruding from his maw. She wasn't at all disgusted, for she had seen worst then this. Beside, the canines had a sort of...appeal...to them.

She slipped out into the open, yellow eyes scanning the male. His shape pointed to him being a coywolf, so did his strange way of hunting. Her golden pelt shone in the early morning sunlight, highlighting her beauty. But her looks were only a tool, to get what she wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. Eyes sparkled coyly as she said"That mouse doesn't look as if it'll make much of a meal. However, I tracked an injured doe to here, I just need someone to help me take it down. You in?"