As his eyes broke their gaze on the boarder markings, the yearling was suddenly second-guess himself. It was obvious that he shouldn’t be where he was, but still his interest dominated his reason. Trying to shrug the feeling off he began to take a step forward. Head turned, and he was stopped immediately by the appearance of the large coyote. The energy that thrown at him was threatening bordering on violent and the morte dre Soul wolf found it hard not to instantly snarl.
He was haggard and older then the lean hybrid. Though they stood at the same height, the stranger held more meat on his bones. There was urgency in his tone, making the hair on the back of the young male’s neck rise in alert. The shaggy pelt down his spine followed, giving a silent warning. Not another step; as always he wasn’t afraid just weary. The demanding questions stunned him for a moment, taking the words from his throat. Heath stared into the bloody hued eyes of the other, unsure of what words would keep his hide fully intact.
Two steps gave the scared beast his side, keeping him in view as well as giving Heath a larger appearance. Ear fell backward as he spoke, Just looking for a friend. Spitting out the lie Heath compared their size, black furred leg taking another step while he figured that they matched fairly well. Giving a closed mouth frown Heath waited for the other to ask who he was looking for, it was the obvious response. It was the look in the other yote’s eyes that made him cautious. Heath’s first urge was to lead with teeth and claws, but the recent scuffle with Lannen had left a few stinging scratches.
Heath was his turf anyways., and he knew when to play nice.