Sleepy Fox Hollow live our lives like we're ready to die

The snap of a twig, the sound of a body brushing past foliage, the quiet of the nocturnal insects and creatures who, otherwise, wouldn't shut up. All things that she noticed quickly, freezing where she was now, a paw hovering over her intended path. Hackles bristled, head lowering to protect her throat as she prepared to engage in battle. Any wolf slinking around in the dead of night this close to a pack had better have a damn good reason and even then, they chanced their life doing so at the Spire.

For several long moments, she did not separate his form from the darkness and that there was no more movement to be heard made the female suspicious. A low, threatening growl rattled out from behind her bared teeth, only to die in her throat when the wind shifted. The scent, though there was no trace of Sawtooth twined into it, was familiar and welcome.

Lips covered fangs and the bristled quills of fur along her spine lay back into place. "Paglan aimagvik, Aasivak." The tongue was second nature to her and it took a heartbeat for her to realize he probably didn't know that tongue. "Welcome back." There, that would suffice. She had essentially said the same thing, anyway.