Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

A simple nod was all that Fury gave to the words of the female. It seemed too much effort to respond with words, and a nod was all that was needed in this instance.

The male had never heard before that it was a pleasure to be met. He hardly ever spoke, his mother handling all of the business that transpired between the pair and others. The wolf in front of him wasn't a threat in the least, and he boredly found that she was weak with her disposition; a friendly wolf could easily be betrayed and taken for a fool. Maybe it was just the way of the plain female before him, and maybe underneath she was wary, but Fury doubted it. He observed the way she held herself, and it was not guarded in any way. He himself always looked uninterested in things, but this was just a veneer for his observations.