Broken Boulder What A Man Can Do

Depp was about to give up on his entertainment expedition, when suddenly the smell of another wolf came into play, but he couldn't place it in a pack nor as a lone wolf. His ears perked and body lifted so the dark brute was standing, not knowing who, what, or where this wolf came from gave him all the excitement he needed for the day, although he wasn't necessarily eager to reach the stranger, him being the nonchalant carefree wolf he was, which wasn't always the best thing. Him often missing opportunities cause he simply acted—or truly was aloof—like he didn't care at all.

He walked with a leisurely stride in the direction of this confusing scent, not putting together that they likely were covering past scents. Soon enough he reached a lighter wolf than himself, and slowed his already aloof pace. The Sparrow tilted his head with interest in the male. Closing a bit more space between them, but leaving enough in case he was the aggressive type, he put on a large cocky smile, as the perusal. "Hello there," He greeted, his stance not showing any form of dominence nor submission, just good old not-so-intimidating naturalness that he always obtained when meeting a stranger.