Gryphon pushed it closer to her and winked. "It's a hare. Not much but I've had all I want. You can have the rest." he looked out to the view from his rock. His den was situated below the huge bolder and he loved the spot. "What's your name? Since you are going to sit on my rock and eat my food I might have the privileged of knowing your name at least."
"Oh um thanks," she said. "I'm Willowpelt and who are you?" she asked.
Gryphon smiled, his deep auburn eyes dancing in the light of the dying sun making them almost gold. "I'm Gryphon." he said softly. "This is my home...well...It's what I call home anyway."
(flirt flirt flirty-flirt)
Willowpelt's piercing blue eyes sparkled in the dim sun. She howled, waiting for the moon to rise. The rock became cold, she shivered.
(XD)
Gyphon watched her howl but didn't make a noise. He did not like drawing attention to himself unless it was in the dark of night. He did not want the wrong wolf to find his lair...
Especially the wolf who had been chasing him all his life.
A cool wind ruffled his sleek pelt, his teeth catching the last rays of the sun as as he yawned. Slowly...it set behind the mountains. He simply sat there and enjoyed the company of another wolf.