Being as though this was only his first moon within these lands you would have to forgive the brute for his ignorance about evil wolves. In all five cycles of his life he had never come across a wolf that truly took delight in the suffering of others. Granted he typically did not meddle in the affairs of others and hardly ever sought out strangers so to ever encounter such a wolf. There were enough predators as it were with cougars and bears, why become one yourself when you did not have to. It just baffled the poor boy, or it would have if he had any knowledge of such things. Instead he was focused on the matter at paw which was teaching this little pup a lesson.

The girl’s reaction was not what he expected though. His eyes narrow menacingly as he took several steps forward to capture the space that she so generously vacated in her reverse. He was about to growl when she gathers herself and lets loose her own version of a growl. It was high pitched and squeaky to his ears, causing them to lay flat against his skull as if that would prevent the sound from assaulting his delicate ear drums. Lips pull back but this time not in snarl but in the beginnings of laughter as his eyes widen with obvious mirth. This child had guts. His haunches begin to lower until the sound of crashing brush reaches his ears, another comes. Rising yet again the faces the newcomer as she slows to a haughty stop.

She was massive.

Like he could see nothing beyond the fact that she was built like a mountain and covered in flaxen tones. Her lyrics roll down his spine yet he barely heeds them as he stares in open mouthed shock before he finds his tongue again. ”What did you do? Swallow a mountain?” Head tilts as all thoughts of teaching the pup a lesson flees. What did one have to do to birth a wolf of her stature? Did her mother even live after pushing her out? Did she tear horribly so? He was about to voice these very legitimate questions when the child spoke, her voice harder than before. Was she trying to project a aura of toughness. Once again this brought a smile to the ashy male’s face as he regarded the spunky pup. Ignoring the adult wolfess who bore the same scent as the child he drops his front half into a play bow. He levels his head until he was eye to eye with the two toned minx then woofs pine scented breath into her face. ”You will do no such thing UNLESS you can catch me and I really don’t think you can.” Lifting one paw he attempts to poke her in the chest, careful to draw his paw back before getting bit. Quickly he whirls, jogging away with exaggerated steps, finding this game quite…fun. Whatever possessed him to do this was the devil yet since he was doing it he might as well do it right. ”By the way pup sitter you really need to work on your tracking. If I desired to harm her I would have snatched her up and gone with all the racket you was making.” The words are tossed over his shoulder at her as he continues to trot away. If they played then so be it, if not then it wouldn’t be the end of the world for the ashen male. He almost wished that they did not play, at least that way he could reclaim some dignity after leaving their line of sight. A game of chase indeed. What in the world was he thinking?!