Silverlight Terrace Canyon moon

The air was heavy and cold, and coupled with the silence of nightfall, Floki felt at peace. He wasn't Floki, the Beta of Moonspear -- nor was he Floki, brother of Tevinter and son of Ragnar. For now, he was just a nameless enigma traipsing through the twilight.

He certainly didn't expect any company this evening, and would have presumed himself to be alone had it not been for the white chest and throat of the she-wolf in the distance. The moon illuminated her milky features, drawing his eye naturally to her even among the shadows. He perked up, hackles bristling defensively as they so often did; Floki was reactionary, if anything.

But he soon discerned that there didn't seem to be a threat, and he relaxed. Feeling brave, he moved towards the female, blue eyes curious as he surveyed her in the fading daylight. "What are you doing out here so late?" he asked amicably, wondering if she was a loner or perhaps an outrider like he was.