Just as the monk expected, the anthropomorphic wolf padded in from the right, still quite clueless as to where his opponent was, up until he entered the T-junction and saw the other guy standing there with a bow and arrow fully drawn. With a quickness, he brought his sword (still in its sheath) up from within his belt and held it in his right, turning on his left foot to face the monk. His stance lowered, feet spreading apart, right ahead of left, as he pulled the brim of his cap lower and steeled his grip on his sheathed sword.

[color=6ecff6]"Well then, this is a pickle."[/color]