What Have I Gotten Myself Into

The tall male could feel the cold in his bones, winter was his time to shine, being his birth season. He was four this winter, his age was slowly creeping up on him and it felt as if time was just flying by with no interest in slowing down, he was only half okay with that. His tail swayed as he moved, his large paws just lazily skimming across the surface of the earth, his hackles dancing in the cool breeze. He ran his tongue over his scarred lips, his long ears that were torn up, lay flat against his head. The man wandered in silence, his mind speaking to him quietly on what he was doing and why. He didn't live anywhere or belong anywhere, so what did it matter where he was. He couldn't smell much right now anyway. His long canines hung over his lips leaving part of his gums subjected to the cool air, he didn't even care anymore.

As he pondered in silence he caught a scent, faint but there, female, a wolf, he quietly began to stalk after them. His tail swayed keeping his mass balanced, his ears stay against his skull and his eyes wandering over the landscape, where was she? Who was she? There she was. His eyes landed on the grey female in the distance. His mouth beginning to salivate. He slowed to a halt and watched her, what was she doing? Why was she here? He growled lowly but she wouldn't hear it. His tail wagged slightly, hackles bristled up in agitation, nothing like a meal walking into your paws. He was hungry. His sunken in stomach and boney ribs showing, he ran his tongue over his lips again as the saliva dripped slowly. Who was she? She smelt good.

His eyes watched closely, he moved along and watched her, he couldn't help himself. His neck puffed in a dominant manner, it was time to make his move. His body moved quickly which was something he didn't often do, he bounced over a few objects and popped into the open, his paws hitting the ground rather harshly and with weight on it. He growled loudly and approached her. His head high, hackles raised along his spine and ears flat, he stared at her, his chest puffed, Demo was a very odd male. He then smiled, his long canines showed, his head tilted in a charming manner, he bowed his head slightly then held it high. His lips peeled back, stretching the scars along his muzzle.

'And who do I owe the pleasure of crossing paths with?'

His deep vocals slipped off his tongue, his tail flicked gently and hackles slowly lowered, his ears didn't move though, Demo's ears were always flat to his head, it was just who he was, he looked odd with his chewed up ears, standing straight and tall. He ran his tongue over his lips once more, he took a step towards her, eyes lifeless but his body showing he was relaxed and not looking to harm her, he wouldn't harm her, it wasn't on his to do list. He waited quietly for an answer from her, hoping not to frighten her off just yet.