what's it like in New York City?

The sound of cautious pawsteps brought his attention up from the carcass to see a pretty earthen-and-cream female edging warily forward to speak. He straightened to his full height to look down on her in a quick, calculated observation. A mortal, that was all, though he thought he saw a hint of a crafty gleam in her mismatched eyes. Orange and blue... fire and ice. Perhaps she was not so simple a creature as to gain the moniker 'mortal' but he certainly didn't believe she was a spirit as many of his relatives were prone to. Many wolves had mismatched eyes, hers were no different simply because they were more intriguingly colored. Hm.

He angled his head towards her in a nod of acknowledgement. "It is a calf, hardly a challenge when you merely need stumble over it. But I thank you for your compliment nonetheless." Then, because she was rather pretty in her way though he told himself it was merely polite to offer, "Would you care to join me? There is more here than even I can eat alone."