Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke laughed. "Nope I'm pretty easy to spot," he agreed. Although his coat did not bare any markings and his build, while tall and toned, was also unremarkable, his blue points ensured that he was both immediately recognizable and memorable. The pair's amusement at this was short lived. Luke's smile faded as he concentrated on what she was doing with the fish bones, watching in wonder this ritual he had never witnessed before. Delilah's demeanor shifted to one of grief and the blue-nosed wolf canted his head, his brows furrowing with worry. He was about to ask what was wrong when she began to speak.

At the mention of humans his blood ran cold and he bristled. His concerned expression became hard, his lips pulled taught and his eyes iced, his gaze directed away from Delilah. But all this was brief, he sighed and collected himself, responding softly. "I have not seen any humans or human places around here," he answered. It was one of the reasons he had been drawn to this expansive, uninvaded area. Although Luke was optimistic to a degree often unheard of, where humans were concerned he struggled to maintain a positive outlook. Suddenly, her earlier admission that she had never learned to hunt sparked the question, "were you with the humans?"