Truffle had been tracking the deer for a while now. Not so much the deer- but the fawn it was harboring. His long legs moved slowly circling down-wind of the duo. His best shot was to stay hidden, as his pure white fur and fiery red eyes were noticable for any woodland creature. After a moment of complete stillness, He sprung from the brush , pursuing his meal at full speed. The fawn and mother ran, faster than Truffle, but they would soon tire- If he didn't first.

Suddenly, as he was trying to memorize the scent, two deer flew out of a bush and slammed into him. His shredded ears had failed to hear them, and now he was hurt. He whined with frustration and tried to stand up, snarling as his right front paw buckled. Then, his head snapped around. The scent... it was fresh now. The wolf. It was nearby. He immediately went completely silent, forgetting about his paw.

Truffle slowed down to a slow walk, leading to him stalking through the grasses. He carefully made his way towards where the injured wolf lie. "Hello...?" He called out, standing up. His eyes met a pair of dazzling silver eyes and he took another cautious step forward. "Are you alright...?" He asked hesitantley.

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Urhg, I cannot speellllll

He tried to leap up, but his paw bent under his weight again. He thought for a second, and realized that immediately killing the other wolf was probably not the best idea. "What do you think? I just got stampeded on by two fluffing deer!" His ears flattened. He should have been more in control of his emotions. Risen would punish him, now. But that was later. Now, he had to try to be polite, and gain the wolf's trust.

"Well, I'm not sure if you noticed, But you have two fluffing ears and a nose for a reason!" Truffle replied in a growl. He too flattened his ears to his head. "I have half the mind to chas 5 more deer your way..." He muttered, glaring at the gray wolf.

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He was gray, right?

Ya, apparently gay too.

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"Well, it's your fluffing fault!" He spat at the white wolf. "Have you seen my fricking ears?!" He pawed at them, agitated. They were both completely shredded from the coyotes torture. He knew he probably should have at least smelled them though. "You're trying to murder me now, aren't you? I can't even walk because of you."

"My fault?" He retorted. "My fault your a fluffing idiot???" He snapped. He smiled after a second of thought and said, "And, yes, I would gladly commit murder.". He walked over to the gray wolf. "This is my teritory anyways- serves you right for entering it.".

"Your territory? Let me tell you something, little mutt-clod, this isn't even your territory. And there is NO WAY you could murder me." He was quiet now, but only because he was so mad at the wolf. Especially for implying that the coyote's territory was its. His tail lashed. He really needed to work on emotion control.

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The crazy fierce assassin, except he has anger issues.

Truffle growled, glaring at the wolf. "Maybe its not mine, but theres no other wolves around her, so Im fine as is."He argued. He stepped towards the wolf again. "Anyhow.... Need a paw?".

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:^ I is mad at you, Imma ignore ur reply

No. Don't. Please. Would you really do that to your own cousin?

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"Fine." He spat. He honestly did need a paw. His own was swelling rapidly, and he probably wouldn't make it to the coyotes camp. He snarled, then braced himself and shoved himself up off the ground. Black dots danced in his vision, and his head whirled, but at least he was up.