To Meet Someone New (Fang/Open)

The day was rather calm over the grassy space. A soft wind played push-and-pull with the grass and trees, as well as the waters. The sun hung overhead, set to make its descent in a few hours. For now though, it cast a warm and rewarding orange glow across the grasslands. The light from the colossal ball of eternal flames shone through the trees, causing long shadows that wound throughout the land. The entire scene was something to stand and look at in its generally undisturbed natural state. Shadows fell across the land, wrapping the landscape in bands of gray. Among those shadows, one was most unusual. Out of character it was, for it changed position in odd ways; moving diagonally, straight, and wherever it pleased. It seemed the shadow had no stationary position, that it simply moved of its own accord. But, upon closer inspection, that phantasmal figure that skirted through the field was, in fact, a canid. A gray wolf by the name of Fang...

Fang trotted through the darkened spaces that the sun's rays had provided for him, staying out of the lightened earth as to keep himself concealed and to keep his pelt from getting too hot under the orange disk. He scented the air periodically to check for any creatures nearby. He needed to hunt and hadn't found any sufficient game to bring down. The male needed some sustenance, though. He'd been walking on without meat in his core for some time now. Fang stopped as a creature's own signature scent came to greet his nose. His mouth watered slightly at the aroma. Perhaps he would get something to eat yet. He also heard a light noise from up ahead of his current location in the grasslands. Instantly, his body dropped lower to the ground and Fang began stalking towards his prey, intent on the warm meat beneath its fur. As he got closer and closer to his next meal, he could see it rustling in the tall grass up ahead, though he still had no direct visual on the creature itself.

Fang got closer, and as he did so, the tail and ears of a small wolf became clearly visible. He stood out of sight, a small smile on his muzzle, as he watched the little femme roll around in the grass, giggling as she did so. His eyes flicked around the field. It seemed the little one was alone. Slowly, the gray wolf left his concealment behind, stepping out into the sun and walking closer to the little one, though he still kept a fair distance so he didn't startle her. His features took on a friendly tone toward the small, red-furred wolf and he spoke out to her in his deep voice. "Are you sure it's safe to be roaming around here alone, little one?"