Snippet #1865465

The Dancing Jackal


Gidon ran his fingers back through his brown hair and grinned at the mention of a new wolf. His eyes playfully rolled upwards toward the ceiling in a silly expression. For a second, he thought she was going to say something along the lines of a hunter or suspicious mongrel.

“Another wolf,” he stated, letting the news roll about in his mouth.

When Elly volunteered to investigate the situation, Gidon pushed off the counter to his feet. When she addressed him as boss, he arched a brow at her, a smile still gracing his lips.

“Hey, I never said that. Why don’t we all check it out? It’s not like this place is going to get any more exciting,” Gidon suggested.

He took two steps after Elly and paused to gaze back at Aury, wondering if she was going to follow. If the strange wolf did wind up to be feral, then it was better they all subdued him than just one. They didn’t even know how strong he was.

The black wolf reached the door behind Elly and he lowered his head to playfully bump her in the back of her calves before brushing past her. He marched toward the trashcan, his big paws crushing the snow beneath them, and he turned in an outward arch toward the wall across from the trash pile. His head lowered with caution, becoming lower than his shoulders as he sniffed at the air, smelling a unique scent among the reeking heap.