Silvertip Mountain chainsaw

If someone asked Will for his best quality, he would have answered that he was observant, very observant; his keen eyes able to spot almost literally anything that was out of place and it wasn't just useful when he was out hunting for he was able to note the changes in a wolf's facial expression and gauge what was wrong. Will didn't know how he managed it, but he assumed it was because of his deep empathy causing him to want to help others, except for strangers.

A small frown creased his brow for a brief second when she laughed, a tinge of nervousness evident in her voice and the way she shifted her weight between her paws caused him to worry a bit about her. There was something troubling his pretty tawny agouti packmate, and he wanted to know what it was so he could help her. But it wasn't that easy. Krypton wouldn't just tell anyone; first he had to grow close to her, talk with her, be friends with her, and perhaps, then, she would trust him enough to allow him to help her. But for now, Will's expression remained amiable, making sure his companion did not notice the fact that he had notice her discomfort.

"Yeah it is," Will replied to her in his deep baritone, almost absentmindedly gazing at the den place around him, a small part of him suddenly feeling nostalgic as he remembered his natal pack when his parents were still alive and his childhood was full of happiness; when he knew nothing of misery, loneliness and pain. He shook himself out of those thoughts, however and focused, instead on her. Not wishing to ruin their amiable talk by drifting away into his own world.

With a nod, Will fell in step beside her, content for the companionable silence to stay that way until further notice.