Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

His ears flicked forward as the sound of her voice caught his attention, her question causing the brute to merely shrug his shoulders, ”Wandering.” He smiled. His long gray and white tail swaying slowly behind him, its tip brushing at the grass below as he continued to watch the nameless female, ”Yourself?” He asked simply. An eye brow rose as he then tilted his head to the side in a questionable fashion, pearly whites revealed in yet another smile as he watched her with his cold stare. Why was she here?

In all honesty, the brute didn't really care as to why she was here. She had asked him the question, so he only found it fair to return it. Van remained still with his head to the side as he watched the she-wolf, waiting silently for her reply, his dark eyes gleaming in the light momentarily as few clouds blocked the sunlight for only a short moment before passing again.