Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

Fury contemplated the question the female wolf posed with a certain curiosity. Acknowledge? Why would I do this?" Most of the time, wolves would avoid coming this close to him. He was large, after all. Whenever he and his mother would stop to trade with bands of wolves, he had heard whispers that he was intimidating. The word gave him no reaction or feeling, and he would continue to stare on ahead with no emotion. Puppies would watch him in awe and ask their mothers about him, both excited and fearful of the brute before them. His eyes would lazily trail down to them, and a glimmer could be found in the hazel orbs. Children gave him joy where nothing else could; but, mothers would hide their children, too fearful for their pups to even consider a gentle nature from the grey male.

To sum things up, no, he did not consider it polite to acknowledge another wolf in passing for it had never happened to him before.

"What is your name, female?" Were the words that showed themselves. Fury was slightly shocked to be inquiring of another wolf, but he wanted to see where acknowledgement would lead.