The pile of fish near him was bleeding out slowly, the smell of the kill was getting stronger and stronger, but it only urged him to work more on the fish he was eating right now. He was more than halfway through it, the blood covering his maw and cheeks. It was more than satisfying, and it distracted him from the thoughts that kept pushing their way into the front of his mind, the thoughts of little things yelping and nipping at his feet. He didn’t know why the thought of pups warmed him so much, that was something that just did not make that much sense. The soft scent of another came to his attention, causing him to leave just the ail of the fish untouched. He turned his head, eyeing the soft white feminine form that was approaching him.

It wasn’t until she got closer that he saw the scars, the torn ear, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had caused the marks, if they had been another wolf, well, that was more than unfair and if he knew her any better, he would swear revenge. He lifts himself up slightly, positioned in a seated position, he licks his lips, trying to clear it of the most of the blood, not wanting to appear too messy, really. Although why he cared was something that was unusual for him. She spoke, and he wondered what had hardened her, if it had been the attack that caused the marks or what. “I’m Ross. And who might you be miss?”