Honeyed Pasture First we eat, then we do everything else.

Paws were about to guide the man South of the valley, but before the bulky mass of night could turn himself to start his journey, the sound of a low chuff caught his attention and quickly, Neako turned his head, allowing his amber gaze to peer to the side of him. He moved himself, paws crushing the cold grass beneath his weight as he gazed at the unexpected visitor, the form of a light and sand hued wolf - standing just a distance away. Neako's tail swayed in the winter wind as he quietly observed the large, light painted male, gradually offering a low chuff of his own, followed by a polite bow of his head - the loner's golden gaze remaining focused on the stranger at all times.

Pointed ears pivoted a top his head, listening to the sound of the rustling tall grass that danced in the wind. "Didn't mean to disappoint ya.." He barked, briefly licking at his blood stained muzzle, "If I'd known about company, I would've shared or maybe even caught something bigger." Neako said with a smile, an unkept tail gving a small but friendly wag as he fell silent, eyes observing the unknown wolf still.