Huttsa

The large gray wolf was searching for something to do. His tail swayed idly from side to side as he slowly wobbled along through the bog. He pushed heartily past the foliage, angry for some reason. He had made the wrong on his way to the marsh. He couldn't possible hope for any friends here. He noticed that this place didn't usually have much activity, or at least none that he had seen before. He also hoped for companionship.
With a loud yawn, he plopped himself on a large rock and laid his head against his criss-crossed paws. He stared around at everything and nothing. His ribs were beginning to show... It had been a long while since he had last ate, and he didn't plan on hunting because of a sharp pain in his hind leg. Something of a bite from a non-poisonous snake, perhaps a garden snake? He quickly rolled onto his back and looked up at the clouds rolling by.

*Something*

There was a faint gleam of white showing amongst the foliage nearby... What ever this white thing was, it was too far away for wolvish eyes to see with great detail. However, whatever this thing was, it seemed to be moving faintly...

Huttsa

The brute caught the sight of this... gleaming whiteness. He thought it was metal at first, but noticed it was somehow moving slightly. He quickly picked himself up tiredly and limped over to it, keeping a sharp eye on his paws to makw sure they didn't step into anything. He stopped nearby and watched the thing, whatever it was. He didn't know what it could be, but whatever it was, it couldn't be harmful, at least he thought. He stood silent and still, keeping his eyes focused on the object, wondering and waiting.

*Something*

Drawing closer, this white object becomes more clear, until you can tell it is the huddled for of a moose calf! His fur is white, but his nose and eyes are dark; not albino. This young creature has a rare trait of white fur, and not the lack of pigment that the huge bull Avalanche possesses. Frightened beyond beleif, the youngster remained still, hoping that Huttsa would leave him be.

Huttsa

Huttsa backed away a bit, now seeing what it really was. he wondered if this calf had it's mother nearby. He wouldn't eat the small moose, but try to see if he could help it any. He slowly padded forward, stoping at a small distance away. He wondered how a moose could be white. It was a rare thing for him. Huttsa raised his head high and sniffed in the new scent of the calf. "Who are you?" he asked. He wasn't one for much words sometimes around new animals. He hoped the calf would have an acceptional responce.

*Moose-Calf*

For a moment, the young animal lay still and unmoving, still hoping that Huttsa might just move on. Instinct, as well as firm words from his mother, bade him to remain absolutely motionless. But it became very clear to the youngster that he was certainly spotted, no matter how still he remained. So slowly, the snowy-pelted creature turned hishead to the wolf. His large, dark eyes blinked fearfull and he stammered his words, "I-I'm Mortar."

The youngster knew he should be frightened of Huttsa, but wasn't sure why. His mother hadn't yet told him that wolves killed and ate his kind, especially the youngsters. So far, this wolf didn't seem dangerous to him. Infact, Huttsa wasn't as big as Mortar had imagined; the calf figured something so dangerous must be at least the size of his mother, if not bigger than that. "Y-you are a wolf?" Mortar questioned, having scented the lupines before, but never seen them.

Huttsa

Huttsa sat back on his haunches. "I am Huttsa." he said. Then, he quickly answered the question. "Yes, a wolf. What are you out here for, especially alone?" he quickly asked, confused. He sat motionless and stared hard at the calf, wondering how something like this could turn out to be white.

*Mortar*

Mortar shivered slightly when his guess was founded. Now he watched keenly, trying to figure out just what made Huttsa so dangerous and different from himself. "My mother hid me while she is out feeding in the marsh. She's not too far away." Mortar pointed out, but his fear was subsiding as he still did not find any reason to see this wolf as a threat. "The mire in the bogs is too thick and deep for me. I would sink." The little calf added and now stood. His legs, like those of most very young deer-like creatures, seemed abusurdly long and scrawny for such a little body. Feeling bolder by the second, Mortar went on, "So why are you so dangerous? My mother says you are. But you don't look it."