The trees cast imposing shadows over the two of you. Somehow, you'd ended up with Casanova for this trip to scout the Prairie. The pack was making preparations for their traditional switch of territory. You found their style of life strangely nomadic when you'd joined but the change is refreshing. Or, at least, it would be if you hadn't been assigned Casanova as your scouting partner for this trip.
Casanova unnerves you but in the way only a wolf with an eerily aggressive amount of ambition could. He lounges across from you in a wide clearing, his tail leaving a clean path through the pine needles. The air is stagnant and quiet between you. You were taking a rest from your travel and now you regret the lack of distraction for the two of you.
You lift yourself from the ground and Casanova's gaze meets yours. It is all at once intense and challenging. It makes you uneasy that it's a mirror image of his mother's, Lune a drastic difference from her son. And then he flicks an ear in disinterest and his eyes leave yours.
You really don't care for Casanova.
