It was not the clink of teeth that brought it towards the female, it is pure boredom that consumes the thing as it walks through out this land. Skully was determined to get to know every square inch of this landscape, from the free-lands to the pack-lands and all inbetween. It would know exactly where ever tree lay when it fell, what streams dried up when and for how long, where the rabbits were burrowing their homes into the sides of hills, where the deer ran when the snow's came. It would find out all about these things and then it would do it's best of the gypsies, to find them food, water and shelter when they needed it. To gather more of them towards their common goal.
For all intensive purposes the thing looks like a female, every inch of it's body is built to house pups, to reproduce at an astonishing rate to the point that some might consider that it is but an over grown female. But looks are decieving, you can never judge a book by it's cover... well you can, but you really shouldn't. Skully knows this fact all to well and only one male in it's life had ever taken it's position on what it was seriously before. Beowulf. Like a brother in arms, the two had worked for the same lands for a time being. Skully the brute force and Beowulf the cunning assassin. They had left on their own terms, parted ways for some time and then poof, it appeared on his preverbial door step one day. Life changes people though, and Beowulf was no longer the travelling gypsy that he had always wanted to be. Skully on the other had prefered to live in the solitude.
As it walks it sniffs. Everything and anything. There is nothing that escapes it's nostrils, the black nose of it's face barely skimming the ground before moving up the side of a tree when the bush next to it is thrashed about, it starts but not for fear, mostly cause it does not expect bushes to move on their own. Another sniff allows the scent of the female to flow into it's nostrils and find the sensors in it's brain that tell it she is near. Like, right there near. Skully lifts it's head higher, the bush is ripped to parts in front of it and an almost insane laughter finds it's ear. The single full ear swivels and turns to catch the cords and with un-dainty steps it moves around the bush to stand nearly towering over the female.
Skully has no ill will towards females, it does not think them fraile and incompetent in their abilities to take care of themselves and those around them, there is little to no malice in it's face, but there is no calmness nor serenity about it either. It is just.... It. There is nothing really there emotional wise other than.. perhaps a bit of an eye brow raised in question at the females distruction of a rather helpless bush.
"Now what on earth did that bush ever do to you?"
it asks, though the voice is not female in the least bit, but a rougher male like voice. Which tends to throw wolves off.... what with Skully's female organs and such. Such a waste really.
"talks like this"