I would give my life

Saturn watched male perk his head, and knew that he had been noticed. His gaze dropped to the males chest, where a scar ran across the black brutes skin. He has a respect for wolves with scars like that, it meant that they could hold their own, no matter how trivial or how serious of matters they fought over. It indicated that he was a survivor, and those who know how to survive could be dangerous. Saturn could feel in his gut that this was a wolf to be wary around.



The black wolf spoke, and Saturn realized now was his last chance to flee before identifying himself. "Yes. I'm Saturn. Who might you be?" he asked politely. He moved his black paws back underneath himself and stood, and slowly stepped down off the rock. Some of the fur on his stomach still hung heavily off his body because of the dampness, but the rest of his fur had dried off. His tail hung low to the ground, slightly curved up.