The Bracken Woods frozen yoghurt

It seemed as though by some strange coincidence that some canine had answered his thoughts so soon. With a slight twist of his head, the feathered male tore his gaze away from the beautiful scenery to reside his focus upon an unfamiliar she wolf. He observed silently, keeping a neutral posture, as her light paw steps trotted up and paused a little away away from his flank. Her respectful courage was certainly something to admire though the ebony wolf seemed slightly subdued, whether it be from the previous events leading up to this moment in time or simply just the effort of traveling. Either way, the brute had no insight to make a comment on the matter so he put the thought to one side.

Tilting his slender muzzle forward slightly, he breathed in her musky smell, not recognising it from the trails he had just left. "I'm guessing you're not from round 'ere," he replied at last, the glint of interest in his amber eyes never faltering. The slight twing of his accent was subtle, perhapse not catching the awareness of the dark fae, but still present. Still a reminder of the turmoil he had faced.