Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

The other wolf seemed to have noticed him, yet did not choose to acknowledge him. Slancio interally raised an eyebrow, wondering if the other wolf was unfriendly. Well, he wanted to gain some intel on these lands, and when you were in a place like you, you can't afford to be picky. Silently, he padded over, hoping that the other wolf would not attack him when he got close.

The bulkish body of the other wolf stiffened when he neared. Slancio wondered if he was nervous, or was readying himself to attack. The quicksilver wolf made his way over, trying to take in the other wolf. He was tall, and bulkish, and his jaw seemed to hang down in an awkward angle. He was clearly affected by the famine, but he still stood his ground.

The other wolf took a few steps forward, and Slancio wondered if he was being friendly, yet the low rumble in the other wolf's chest bought him to a stop. Canting his head slightly, he relaxed his posture, dropping his tail, trying to tell the other wolf he meant no harm, only seeking to talk to him.