Stavanger Bay Too Many War Wounds, Not Enough Wars

The male didn't seem hostile. He had glanced to her kill but made no advances towards it. Then he spoke. Her ears cupped so she could hear him, and she tilted her head curiously to him. Carefully, she made her way towards him, stopping so they could speak without yelling to one another but still far enough not to invade any personal space. Surprisingly clear for holding something in her jaws, Aria replied. "Hello," she said simply, her tail wagging a little bit to show she meant now harm. It seemed, however, that he already did not think that she would harm him. 

"My name is Aria," the snowy girl greeted him, her head raising a little. She had no reason to exercise her rank to a loner, they usually didn't care for such things at all. Her head tilted a little bit and she carefully set the piece of meat on the ground. "What might be your name?" she asked curiosity, raising her head again and studying him with interest. In the sunlight she squinted a bit, but her eyes shown much like diamonds in it's light, she waited with patience, wondering what he would say.