Cerulean Cape whisper wild

the savage held back, her feral gaze tracing the old wolf's form with the same unabashed interest one would have found in a child. she pursed her lips as he noticed her and she noticed the rough rise of his hackles as if she had alarmed him. it was then a cheery smile coalesced her features, though it was entirely devoid of warmth. she slithered towards him, haling him with the comfort one would expect of an old friend. "hallo," she crowed, stalking on wearied limbs until she was just before him. "wie gehts?"