Thunder Dome Winter flames race the wind

Not long after Jolon had called out to see if there was indeed someone around, a slender wolf came into his eyesight. Her body, that moved with much grace, looked feminine. Her scent said the same, and that she was not part of the pack he had encountered earlier. The cold wind was playing with her raven coat and she looked like she could take off any second, as if she didn't belong here on the earth's surface. Jolon found her very enthralling, especially her eyes that were drenched in more shades of silver and grey than he could ever imagine. He was interested in her story, in the place where she had found the knowledge that her eyes revealed to him. This wolf probably had a lot of tales to tell, but he wasn't sure since she didn't look much older than 13 moons. She stepped closer, but not too close that Jolon found it alarming. He saw her inspecting him but she soon locked her eyes on his. Then she asked him something in a manner that he had not heard before. Then again, he never met many wolves at all. 

Insanity, perhaps. May I ask why you answered the call? Jolon spoke with an interested tone, but he couldn't eliminate all of the coldness that had nestled it's way into his speech manner. He didn't like answering questions with questions, but he was truly interested in why this young female had answered his desperate call. He didn't want to overwhelm the female with his big build, so he sat down, giving away the comfort he had in this conversation. He never broke eye contact, for he was too deep invested in her silver orbs.