Stone Circle Hounds of Athens

The scent of another had her focus, shift so that her stance didn't seem as lazy. He had a coat of argent as did she, yet when she looked at his eyes, in that brief moment she noted the odd film that covered them, seen normally in older wolves. Yet...he did not appear old. 

She smiled in greeting, sitting up amiably,  confident the children were safe and well behind her. "Hello. I'm Althaia; kappa." She mirrored his greeting, though not in the slightest in a mocking manner. She knew by the scents that clung to her that her children were obvious, yet he did not seem a threat and she did not worry. She rather liked all the wolves she had net so far,  Grayday showed no signs of being any different.