Oh Rabbit Where Art Thou?

Prey...he was looking for prey, but not the usual kind. The teen was making his way to the Black Beach, wanting to see its mystifying darkness again, but the scent of another making way to his nose stopped him in his tracks. He hunkered down, ears folding and tail leveling for balance, as he crept towards the source of the scent. The only thing breaking line of sight between him and them were the slight rises and falls of little hills, as the prairie was devoid of any trees or bushes that could hide him.

Out there, in the distance, was another canine, scent exposing them as being a she-wolf despite not entirely looking like it. All of the females he'd seen in his short life so far were lithe and skinny. This one seemed to possess the bulk and scars of a warrior, suggesting she was much older and probably more experienced than the females he'd seen. He rose from his hunkered down position, a small grimace temporarily adorning his face, betraying his disappointment. His grimace faded as he began to make his way towards her. Plan A would not work, and he figured it more interesting to talk to her rather than simply walk away.

He didn't try to hide his presence. Head was risen high, exuding confidence that came naturally to him, but he did not raise his tail or bare his fangs. Instead he smirked just a little, before asking, "Where'd you get that scar from? On your muzzle." he sounded borderline sarcastic, teetering just on the edge of 'i don't care' attitude, though his tone could also be interpreted as somewhat impassive, mixed with subdued curiosity.