09-06-2008, 11:28 PM
Inferni. She'd recognized the scent on the male before she saw him. He was older than she, but not by too much. Silver eyes gleamed in the shadows of the trees as she watched him. He was definitely part coyote at least. The large, scarred she wolf simply raised her head, and looked at him. Her posture and demeanor spoke of mild interest, though she was in actuality focused on the male who came from a territory guarded by the heads of its inhabitant's enemies. Some of the heads, she'd noticed, were wolves. This didn't bother her overmuch in regard to her own safety. It simply reinforced her opinion of the killers. She wondered what this male would do. She wasn't on his land, or very near to it, for that matter, and she did not fear a fight. She had not had the backing of a pack for most of her life and could take care of herself quite well if it became necessary.