March 25, 2016, 11:43 AM
She tread onward, mindful of her surroundings. Only in the forest would any be able to be undetected by her eye, so vigilant was she; Sitka, however, had managed. It was only when she had broken free from the foliage to head to the next forest that Sangilak could see him when she turned to glance over her shoulder; she had more felt him there, than anything else, that strange six sense coming to play as her eyes caught him.
That he had been following her this whole time was still unknown to her. On his person were signs that he, too, had just come from the woods... Sangilak turned around and altered her path for a brief moment, so that she could fully regard this wolf. If he were heading in the same direction, she was ill at ease allowing someone she did not trust to be given access to the more vulnerable parts of her anatomy that required more effort to protect.
Her gait toward him was steady and confident, yet there were no allusions to aggression in her visage. Sangilak moved toward him to perform the ritual wolves would when meeting the other for the first time or the next, though paused just before him to lift her head high. The movement was not her way of posturing, but her way of assessing his acceptance of her own movements. She did not know this man and watched his own body language, but seeing no tell-tale signs of discontent or denial, Sangilak drew herself alongside him, her nose interacting with the hairs first upon his shoulder before drifting downward to pause at his hindquarter briefly.
She smelled the sea upon him; it was toward that she headed. Salt crystals clung to the tips of his fur, making it coarser than most. She deduced the whereabouts of his age; he would know by her own scent she was not (yet) sexually mature. The thickness to his furs hinted that he might have come from a region similar to her own, and this intrigued her greatly. Sangilak drew away from him once her brief investigation had finished and then her gaze panned back to the forest ahead before falling back to him, silently suggesting they continue their journey onward with one another; she assumed, by the salt that seemed to outline his edges, that he was going where she was.
That he had been following her this whole time was still unknown to her. On his person were signs that he, too, had just come from the woods... Sangilak turned around and altered her path for a brief moment, so that she could fully regard this wolf. If he were heading in the same direction, she was ill at ease allowing someone she did not trust to be given access to the more vulnerable parts of her anatomy that required more effort to protect.
Her gait toward him was steady and confident, yet there were no allusions to aggression in her visage. Sangilak moved toward him to perform the ritual wolves would when meeting the other for the first time or the next, though paused just before him to lift her head high. The movement was not her way of posturing, but her way of assessing his acceptance of her own movements. She did not know this man and watched his own body language, but seeing no tell-tale signs of discontent or denial, Sangilak drew herself alongside him, her nose interacting with the hairs first upon his shoulder before drifting downward to pause at his hindquarter briefly.
She smelled the sea upon him; it was toward that she headed. Salt crystals clung to the tips of his fur, making it coarser than most. She deduced the whereabouts of his age; he would know by her own scent she was not (yet) sexually mature. The thickness to his furs hinted that he might have come from a region similar to her own, and this intrigued her greatly. Sangilak drew away from him once her brief investigation had finished and then her gaze panned back to the forest ahead before falling back to him, silently suggesting they continue their journey onward with one another; she assumed, by the salt that seemed to outline his edges, that he was going where she was.
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