Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

She hesitates and he stares, prompted to fix his head into a deeper tilt as at first she seems cautious. He had thought them past this, but then again, they have only met once and his concept of time was too skewed to recall how long ago that way. His tail picked up faintly when she finally addressed him, and he inclined his muzzle slightly in affirmation. Her small voice danced on the wind, and he pressed his ears forward to eagerly catch them. "We wonder the same things, Wildfire," he said, taking two or three steps closer, and then reclining to his haunches. "Unfortunately, mathematics was never my strong suit." His mentors had impressed upon him the importance of knowing ones hunting ratio when it came to knowing ones successes in comparison to failures— but it was a part of his formal training he had never picked up. It had mostly been an emotion-based motivational tactic anyway. A wolf tended not to feel good about itself if it's success rate was only thirty-five percent.

"Scouting?" he asked quietly of her presence here, now.