Such a sweet table <3 Also love your own table; Utada Hikaru is one of my favs 
Noss's ears first perked to strain to hear what was coming his way. The scent had wafted to him much after, but earlier he had dismissed the noise for scavengers, so his nerves were on edge whether or not the origin would make its way closer to him. He turned, then, to face the steadily growing sound and face it head on. His eyes were narrowed as they strained to see who or what was coming towards him and he squared his shoulders to their full height. When he saw it was another wolf, the stance did not change. His experiance with Dahlia de Mai had not left a kind impression on the Chief-to-be, so he kept a dominant pose. He did, however, become a little confused when he saw the newcomer.
"Lost, buddy? Need help, or somethin?" The other wolf was only a few inches shorter than Noss, and much leaner. No longer threatened--at least by strength--Noss let the muscles in his arms relax slightly. The male in front of him was brightly colored and adorned with jewels; a rust red discernable near the tips of his fur. The lavender eyes that looked at him were lax, and Noss was reassured that he was not on another territory. That, or there was a trap nearby.
"Who are you?" Noss instead responded. His own deep voice held that special tone of 'watch-it' mixed in. Enemies were never pleasant, but Noss would rather be cautious than dead. The wound on his hind leg--Hmph; more like scratch--reminded him of how quickly the wolves in the land seemed to react. Quite to Noss's surprise, the new male would not be much out of place in the Crescent Moon Pack. Adorning oneself to fit rank or pleasure was not uncommon, and jewelry also frequented. The hoops in the other's ear were different, however. The Crecent Moon Pack had ear-hooks that they--mainly the wolfesses--could pierce through the soft flesh and let feathers or long strings with trinkets hang from, but these were shorter and less flashy. What also made him pause was the fact that he was male and wearing the short-ear-hooks. Does he think himself a female? Noss was not opposed to the idea that a male thought himself the opposite gender, but he was uninterested in whiney females; of all kinds. In fact, Noss himself was one attracted to the same gender for the same purpose that he found females difficult to handle.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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