Tiptoe Through the Window

ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy

The wolf offered a smile and lifted his nose to the air just slightly to take in her scent. “A stroll then?” Orwynd proposed, taking a few curious steps away from her. “Perhaps the two of us working together would earn something far more substantial. I’m in the mood for a good chase.” His voice was friendly if a bit challenging. Would she accept? Nose to the ground to sniff for potential prey, Orwynd took several steps further from the she-wolf to see if she would follow.

There was the stale scent of caribou here and he was sure with a small jaunt he’d be able to track a few down. They were thick in these parts. Saliva coated the male’s tongue at the thought of a fresh kill. “My name’s Orwynd.” He turned his amber eyes to her and allowed his tail to gently sweep back and forth behind him in a peaceful gesture. “Aside from an empty belly, what brings you to this natural splendor?”