The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

For the male it was frequent to come upon those who were respectful; these exchanges were far more enjoyable to Castiel though from time to time he could not deny the thrill of the scrap and the scuffle. With the memories of war still so fresh in his head he was happier to not need to struggle and fight with anyone and the wolf before him was being proper to him anyways. Castiel stopped with a few paces away, builty frame watching the male closely. "Good evening," He rumbled, gravely voice pitched low. "What were you doing out here?" Sleeping - perhaps, or resting, but Castiel was more interested in the intentions of the stranger. 

His blue eyes drifted across the male's form, noting his respectful posture with a pleased hum. "Relax, if you would like." Unlike the female who had called herself a warrior while being mortally wounded (at least Castiel assumed so) this male was polite. He did not feel the need to use force or demand extended respect from him.