He moved easily, though heavily. His paws were large and unlike the thin stick legs that he was used to. There was no flight in his step, but he moved with a haste that made him look quick. The orange male’s scent did not linger in this direction, and Heath remembered that a small valley to his right would lead him towards the lake and a large house. He had never been within the walls, but seen it from a distance. It was then that a voice charged to his ears, and made him turn her head around with a sharp meaningful motion. Gold eyes looked through the hazy rain, finding a wolf approaching without hesitation. Heath frowned, it was not the white pansy from his last visit. Heath should have known he would not be so lucky, and from the accented voice it was obvious. This male was larger then the first, but still Heath did not hesitate as he answered with a question of his own. Eyes narrow and brow creased with a new and sudden agitation.
Who's askin?