The sky's tears

Kreft turned around as the scent of an unfamiliar wolf entered his nose, it was a female with golden brown fur and a scar on her right front shoulder. She was shorter than him by about two inches, he was relaxed as he observed her. The smaller female seemed nervous, but he wasn't worried about that he was used to the reaction. He wasn't in the mood to fight at the moment, mud and rain made for a bad fighting environment. He was curious about the female's scar, where did she get it in a fight perhaps she didn't seem like the type. 'I might as well ask anyways' he thought. Leaning his neck to the side to get a better look at the scar he said "Where'd you get the scar?" nodding in the general direction of the scar. He returned to a somewhat normal position, in the mean time as he waited for a reply he would listen to the sound of rain relishing in it.