Emberflame Ridge Burning incandescently

He could see the shadow move, and seemed to brace as it engulfed him. But that wasn't what happened. He heard her approach, eyes deviating from her position as he continued to show indifference, or maybe some level of timidity. When the pull of curiosity became too strong he turned his head and saw her paws touch down upon the snow, and her nearness surprised him. Tryphon's head pulled back slightly as she extended her snout, as if touching the shadow was some great and terrible thing. A few moments after that he seemed to relax; clearly she was after information, and he should've been doing the same.

Tryphon reached for her then. Sniffing the air, tasting the spice of her musk alongside each cold breath, but tried not to linger too long or too close. He swallowed a lump in his throat and licked his lips, perhaps preparing to speak, but found that words wouldn't form. It had been too long since he had seen another wolf - a product of his own misgivings and misadventure - and now it was as if he had forgotten how to speak. The situation did not really call for words though. They were beasts, and could communicate perfectly fine as beasts.

This thought - frail and distant though it was within his mind - was probably why he suddenly slouched and rolled, displaying his belly to the shadow before any harm could befall him.