King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

Sounds good! I'd love to be apart of it

The towering wolf's dark nose that stood out amongst his light flavored fur twitched - someone was close by. His crystally eyes darted down to notice a russet colored girl covered in scars, instantly catching on to her flaxen eyes and holding on to an uncomfortable silence. He glanced away awkwardly, his ear jerked slightly, as though indecisive to lower or not. 

Novak cleared his throat, not expecting to see another wolf out here, perhaps he was close to a pack. "Hello..." His voice was coarse and husky, reverberating faintly in the back of his throat. Her stance seemed uncoordinated and strange - even more so than he felt to be caught off guard. 

The brute shifted slightly, waiting for her reaction. He wasn't used to interaction with others beyond his old pack, and didn't wang to come off odd or pecuiler. Though, she seemed to be the one expressing those traits at the moment.