Seaside Moors Rhapsody in Blue

The sound caused an initial bristle to ripple through his fur -- he'd been looking out to sea, and hadn't expected to be found since it didn't seem like this area was particularly well-traveled.  His ears flicked forward and he saught the one who made the noise, finally locking the other dark wolf in his gaze.  A quite chipper one, in fact, if her stride was saying anything.  Comparatively, Quixote was quite the dour sort and was already dreading the conversation if she turned out to be one of those sugary, flitty little sparrow types.  He could imagine the headache already.

But no, Quixote stayed sitting, allowing himself to yawn broadly to cover the fact he'd been caught unawares.  He'd gotten too wrapped up in his own internal dialog and in the process had let his guard down.  Not a good thing.  As she approached, his attentively-positioned ears and the slight cant to his head asked the question for him, a simple query along the lines of, 'Yes?' Oh yes, Quixote was totally quite the talkative man -- definitely a social butterfly at his peak.  For real, though, he just figured she was out looking for someone to talk to about the weather or something else equally common and he wasn't about to go guessing what.