Beck backed up a little, tilting his dark head. The multi-coloured canine was heading towards him, a familiar scent floating around the other though the wolf was unable to place it. He'd be lucky to recognise the smell of his favourite food, whatever that could be, in the state he was in. The other male seemed to be heading in his direction with a certainty in his stride, a confidence in his pose. Did they know each other? The wolf shook his head; surely not. They were a different species, that was something he was sure of, and instinct told him to be cautious.
He snarled a little at a twig as he stepped on it and it snapped. He stood straight, revealing himself to the others rather than being hidden in the bush. His dark hackles were raised to half height and he watched through dark brown eyes, orbs darting between those visible to him. His eyes were the only thing the same as his human body, though the shape of them had changed to fit his wolf exterior. His cocked his head to the side a little, looking questioningly at the other male walking his way.
