So the weirdly smelling wolf was a young woman. That was surprising, considering how she was acting and dragging herself about. Then his eyes grew wide at the way she snapped her head back.

Eyes of amethyst stared back at him, an alarming gaze that should have scared him off. But he stared back harder, intrigued and filled with a stubbornness his kin were known for.

Then she proceeded to drag herself towards him, and letting out a loud scream. It came without warning, both her scream and his reaction to said scream.

Rhododendron snapped his mouth opened wide, snapping it atop her own maw, or at least attempting to, in order to since the rabid coyote like creature.