Liminal Space

Wendigo's slitted eyes opened slowly, practically glowing in the light from the pool, cat-like pupils dilating to pierce the darkness, as the sound of another wolf roused him from his drifting state. He kept still and relaxed. Only his eyes following the female as she moved furtively about. He was curious, but unconcerned at her presence and her motions. She seemed to be hunting. How sad for her that he'd probably scared away all the fish with his splashing. At her quietly fierce defense of the clearing, though, he couldn't help the deep, rumbling laugh that bubbled up from his chest, and he finally moved to push himself back to his paws to tower over her. "The scent of one lone female wolf isn't going to be much of a deterrent, you know," he laughed, though his tone was relaxed and casual. "You'd have been better off painting the tree in his blood as a warning; then they'd know you actually mean business." He stretched up on his toes and yawned a wide yawn that bared his long, serrated fangs quite unabashedly. He bounced a little as he came back down. "I've always found it a good practice to dispatch the ones that get too bold, anyway. Preventative maintenance and exercise in one, right?" He laughed again, giving her a boyish grin totally at odds with the subject matter.