Partly Cloudy — Current Temperature: 72° F/22° C
Mid-morning
Teketa wished he could say his life returned to normal at that very moment as well. Unfortunately, the black wolf had found himself in a predicament. He wasn't entirely certain how he managed to get himself caught in these situations, but alas he was in a place where all he could do was remain quick on his feet and hope for the best. The dark canid found himself in a small clearing. The forest floor here was mainly dirt but for the orange glisten of those pine needles that had been pressed into the clearing by wind or other creatures. A tree, fallen long ago, crossed the clearing and a peculiar stone angled nearby. The fallen log was the only thing separating the wolf from another smaller animal...
The animal which bared its sharp fangs at Teketa and bristled. The wolf looked like he was walking on eggshells, but he refused to back down... as did the smaller, fiercer mustelid. The source of their dispute was draped over the log, its body limp and bloodless: a deer. It was young, small enough for one animal to take down... who had taken it down, though? Such a question might occur to one who witnessed the scene. Teketa bristled no less than the wolverine, but appeared a little hesitant to engage in any sort of combat. On the other hand... Teketa's determination might very well be because he brought the deer down. After months of rehabilitation and careful use of his damaged foreleg, he'd hunted something decently-sized and now he was being threatened by a wolverine!
The creature may have been smaller, but its willingness to strike at the wolf was alarming... so now they were at a standstill. It appeared Teketa may have already tussled some with the creature (he was missing a patch or two of fur along his shoulders) but he still didn't want to back off. The wolf growled softly... and the wolverine practically roared in return. Teketa shifted his weight... and the wolverine lunged, launching itself over the deer and log toward the wolf. Teketa met the flying animal with fangs bared; he rolled once with the force of the little animal's momentum, but ended up on top when the roll finished. His fangs flashed, seeking flesh under fur... but so did the wolverine. Teketa heard it's teeth click dangerously close to his ear before the wolf manage to get a hold of the other's scruff. With some force, he tossed the animal away from him then leapt - putting the log between himself and his attacker again. Teketa's eyes glittered dangerously... he didn't want to back down. This was his kill.