Otter Creek get ready to roll

Rather than render flesh from bone in a charge, the statue responded in blunt crispness. The wolf was given a choice. Each, though similar, held intricate differences that made either unique. A small tug of serpentine lips pulled into a half-smile, lopsided and fond of the proposition. Hmm. What to choose.

"Searching," he answered finally, allowing the din of voice to echo into the small clearing with a touch of coolness. The inky drifter was searching but not just for anything. Not just for something. It was a very particular thing that the creature sought. Gaunt body swayed, just so, a shift of weight that hinted to future actions without verbal announcement. Very carefully features dipped into a submissive neutral, sinuous body neither skulking nor twisting in a way that outwardly dictated aggression. The advancement was a keen display of welcome, of permission, without outwardly intruding on territory or space. Just a step. One paw's length before the sharp angles of head dipped down in compliance. 

Though to most the subtle body language was lost, the wolf held some assumption that it was miles of conversation to the stout bear-wolf. 

The flicker of pride was not wholly lost on the thin wanderer. "You?" he wondered with a tilt of jawline that did not intend to feign disinterest. Quite obviously she appeared to be roaming.