Death From The Ankles Down!

Úlfr eventually got bored of the stick. There was only so much fun to be had with something that couldn't really fight back. Dropping the stick in the nearest puddle he decided that he should go hunt something. Úlfr started sniffing around, searching for something interesting to start tracking. There wasn't much catching his attention until he picked up a rather unusual scent. He wasn't entirely sure what this creature was but he bet it was awesome and he started following his nose along the ground until he came to a man. A very colorful man! Úlfr had never seen a wolf with a pelt like this guy.

"Hey! You look really neat. Do you want to play? Or fight? Or hunt?"