Tight and lean muscle propelled his thin legs. He often imagined them larger, heavy bulk that could power him for hours and hours and for miles and miles. His stamina was well built, but still if they were stronger, he could run longer. But he could never improve the speed the light boned male possessed. Still speed could always be sacrificed for strength. In a fight, speed was a secondary feature. Power was number one, it would always be.

The golden-eyed boy used his speed to travel the large distances better then any body builder could. The miles melted under his paws, his heart beating evenly and his breath calm. The landscape was ever changing. Eyes took in the minor differences, while his nose searched for a rumor. His source was a pup, some spoiled kid from a pack that most likely pampered him and his cute sisters. But Heath figured it was worth investigating. Parting from his brother, the tawny male had pointed his nose north and search for the only thing that might distinguish this clan from all the others. He had gotten close to a few, but they were distinctly wolf dominated. And Heath was looking from something else.

The sun sat low in the gloom filled sky, its haze covered by a thin film of pending rain showers. He hoped the storm would hold, not interested in traveling through unknown lands while sopping wet. Black soot paw stepped forward, and his pace slowed as the scent lingered in the heavy cool air. Nose to the wind he examined what he had been searching for. The male knew better, but instead of heading the fragrant warning he continued. The land was flat but rocky beneath him, growing treacherous as he got ever closer.

Honey hued orbs glanced ahead, and dark silhouettes stood before him. The posted faces couldn’t be made out until tentative steps were made forward. A stench still lingered around them, and through the dark heavy air the male found the heads that sat unhappily on the thick posts. Hesitant strides made wide berths around the decapitated wolf parts, getting only a few steps before stopping to turn and glance behind him. The figures still stood, with stakes where a spine should be and Heath drew his tongue across his nose uneasily.

Where they fuck was he?

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.

Aggression. They both reeked of it. The yote gave him nothing but an angry smile, white blade open to the world. Heath stood still, unsure of what to do. The other’s heightened stance was a sure advantage and though Heath was young, he knew better. Tail flicked nervously behind him, giving his unease away slightly. Red eyes closed ever so, peering at his face and body. Watching carefully at his stance, every movement that he made. It had been some time since he had encountered a beat so hostile. A small voice wondered how the Crimson Dreams pup had made it passed their watchdog.

Calling out at his lie Heath was lost at an answer. Who? Who the fuck would he say? Heath knew that this would arise and he had no name to give. His face clung to its current features, gold eyes watching and waiting for the other to strike. To foolish to run Heath felt he had a chance, a chance to figure out if his father was actually here. Looking at the tattered male he wondered if this scarred coyote was it. The yote's two eyes told him no. Actually don’t know his name. Honestly, a weakness that he was so suddenly too stupid to hide.

So what? He didn’t know the guys name? Heath was growing more and more uneasy. Still the other male hadn’t descended from his high perch. Though if he had been in the same situation he would have kept his advantage. No! Actually he would have welcomed a lost young lad into his home, show him around and see if he could help in the search of a friend. This raggedy old brute was just being plain rude. Believing that the nameless beast was in the fault gave him courage and confidence, even if it both were hollow.

Yeah, I know huh? Agreeing with him might take his anger down a notch. But as soon as he hoped to appease the other male he turned to his arrogant foolish self. Taking his eyes from the male for the briefest moment Heath spoke, He only has one eye, and he’s a murderous asshole. Giving his shoulders a small shrug he returned his gaze to the crimson eyed yote. Thought he might be around here.

Maybe he should go. The thought filtered through his brain, and his entirety buzzed with approval. It seemed like every part was in agreement. Any second and his tail would be turned and paws padding out and passed the severed heads that stood guard. But when there was no movement, he realized that he was frozen in place.

Eyes watched the male as his face changed, the emotions that played with the scared features just as confusing as the words that matched them. Golden eyes watched, the scarred beast’s mouth and traced the pink healed cuts up to his gaze. Heath knew that he himself was scarred a bit, but hoped that his face wasn’t the same as this beast. The boy cared about his looks, it was obvious that this one didn’t.

Still finding himself standing in the same spot he started to wonder what hold the ragged coyote had over him. To bad. The words shot from his mouth as if his voice didn’t even belong to him. Maybe he didn’t want to be another bitch that the yote scared off, or maybe he just did care what would happen. Or maybe he was searching for company. Before he could determine the answer he spoke again. I’m Heath, by the way. An introduction? What the fuck was wrong with him?

What was he waiting for? Heath couldn’t figure out why he was still standing there. In actuality he wasn’t sure they were both standing so still in their places. Was it that the ragged coyote had a formidable hold on him and he was nothing more then a scared pup wondering what he was doing wandering into a snake pit? It had been some time since Heath had thought of himself so small and young. Yes he would always be the scrawny one. Gael would always be the heavy weight while Heath just made the caught off for lightweight. Still he was more then just a pup with no way out. Why did he make him feel like one?

Unsure of what to make of his remark Heath thought again about leaving. There were even a few steps taken backwards. Though he refused to turn his back on the male, an instinctual fear that kept him facing forward, Heath couldn't help to look for a way out. Now looking down his nose at the tawny boy, the coyote no longer wore the smile. It was actually comforting, no longer looking as if he had a sinister plan for the lost youth. Now he just looked angered and annoyed. And with his own confusion and uncertainty around the male Heath knew no other way of reaction then with anger and frustration.

Instead of rolling over and showing his stomach Heath could only spout quick words, Its called an ‘introduction”. his tone wasn’t harsh and angry, more annoyed. The situation was impossible.

They boy had nothing substantial, or at least he believed, in the way of scars. Of course he had some, many actually. But they were nothing more then crisscross scratches, nothing that he felt invoked any fear into those that looked at him. As he looked at the other male, who's face was covered with the wounds of battle, he saw that some even some that were fresh. But Heath was passed the point of admiring the other who bore the prizes that he wanted. Heath was finished.

Gold eyes watched him, looking at the frown and the swivel of ears. His words were no what Heath had expected, and eyes left the others face as he took them in. It was instinct to keep his posture frozen with silent aggression, and Heath brought his gaze back to him in hopes of hiding the weakness that his body portrayed. His short life had not prepared him to deal with someone with such an abrasive persona. But there was a magnetism that the predator held.

Heath's body was nothing more then a rabbit froze in the eyes of its hunter. As finished as the young male thought he was, and how ready he wanted to be to walk away. All he could do was let the groan fall form his throat before he gathered the words he spoke. "You fear me then?" Heath had proven himself, taking his sentence and waiting for his pending death. The male wasn't so brave?

Had he said something funny? Heath looked in surprise as he watched the nameless beast tumbling into a hit of laughter, if you would call it laughter. To the younger male’s ears it held that ragged voice in a tight fist, and was dragged from his throat with force. It was impossible for Heath to keep his face strait as he watched the old man loose his balance. That was what he was, an old man. As Heath thought more and more on the idea he became less intimidated. Maybe he was no more then a grump that needed to be warmed up. Maybe all Heath needed to do was warm him up and get on his good side. It was no longer about finding an exit, but about finding out who this man was and as much detail as he could get. He wanted scares like that, he wanted that intimidation and on his own handsome face he would look like a true rogue instead of the battered rat that he saw in the mangled coyote. I can be intimidating. He said in jest, hoping to keep the joke that the other found in his question. A smile came to his face and he wondered if maybe there would be a change in his demeanor.

Was that an invitation? It was confusing, as was everything that came from the other male. He made no sense, his words holding a violent undertone no matter what he spoke of or what his voice truly tried to say. His body language gave him little as well, but Heath had been joking. Hadn’t he? The stranger challenged him even when he was obviously trying to be friendly. The frustration turned to anger, enough to make him take a solid step forward. It was a demand, and Heath’s face grew grim at the idea. He could decide if he should charge him of not, that would be suicide. Instead, the hybrid moved sideways. His attitude had changed, as had the air around him. It wasn’t hard to become serious, Would you let me leave, then? His voice deeper, reading himself for what was to come. I know better then to turn my back on something like you. He was certain that he would attack him the moment he gave him his backside.

Heath stood his ground, his face as grim as the other’s. He had tried so hard, and nothing. The male just did nothing, spouting garbage and thinking that he was still something better. The thoughts ran through his mind, again and again. Still the scarred male thought he was godly, someone too great to even give his name while Heath begged for something more. He would have been happy with anything, and yet he gave nothing. And now he was coward. First he was a stranger, then he wasn’t worth the name he owned, then he wasn’t worth more then a sentence of explanation, and now he was a coward.

He wasn’t a child, not as he looked up at the other male sitting upon the pedestal that he had created for himself. It was foolish, but he moved with speed only a youth of his age could manage, but Heath still denied him what he wanted. He came so close that they could have touched noses, his ears, tail and head as tall as they could grow. Is this what the other wanted, did he want to share the breath that was expelled from the hybrid’s mouth? Turn around then. the words came with a growl that was unlike anything that he had shown the coyote thus far.