Re: [Reaction.]
Steve wasn't ignoring the wolf. Atticus. Atticus as the wolf. But, he didn't want the animal to feel hunted either. He smoked his cigarette and walked, listening to the low rumble of a warning snarl when he came too close.–When the wolf came out from beneath the shelter of the house, Steve was coming back that way. He watched the large animal climb up the stairs with a lumbering, but limber grace.
Blue gaze finally met gold from two yards away, through a web of smoke. The maw-mar of blood didn't bother Steve, particularly. He squatted with the cigarette between his lips and offered his hand in the space between them. He held it out for inspection, if inspection was wanted or warranted, and now he waited.