The days closing in and im dying out

The brute of a man would switch the icy gaze to each wolf one by one; singling out there differences. It must of been a bad habit. But it could still be useful. For now anyway. Siarvon would let out a laugh at his old friends joking ways. But the question after it.. dounted him. Her mother was dead? The last time he remembered she was the healthiest of them all or so he thought; a spirited woman. The sandstoned male found it best to just keep it quiet. The approach of another woman would come into view.. ah the names jupiter. The queen; how interesting, She looks like she could take on a planet. Rolling over the shoulder blades the large brute would arch his slender back into a bow. The tip of the leathered nose almost touching the floor like dripping poison. Keeping to that charming position he slowly rose back up to his regular hight. The icys hues locking her own. " its a pleasure to meet you ma'am" deep baritones unsettle the chilled air into the lobes of others. The fur on the muscular frame rippling like tidle waves as they colide. He would wait for whats to come.