If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey I'd Blow It All On You [G]

Tongue swiped across his lips, preparing to stalk closer before a sudden whispered voice startled him. Despite the sudden intrusion, there was only a slight jump of his skin, along with a quick turn of his head to see who the voice belonged to. There was a desire to snarl at the sudden stranger, but earthly toned body was already prepared for a hunt and it held him from giving away his position to the whole herd of deer. Despite the overall calm reaction, Varon glared in irritation toward the larger canine, listening to the boy's proposal. "Hey there, want to join forces? Split the kill 50/50?"

Wet nose would peer back towards the herd for a split moment before eyes would settle on the other male. This would be perfect. Both of them were large and could take down a deer as long as they could catch and/or keep up with it. It was getting close that would be the problem. The Russian simply gave a nod, indicating that he would join forces with the stranger. Turning, the man took a step towards the back end of the stranger, designating the multi-toned youth as lead. Varon presumed this wolf knew these animals better than he (deer were different from where he came from), thus preferred for him to take lead. He was ready to take action.