Bramblepoint One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning

Carefully, he listened as the rustling eventually stopped and then all of a sudden, started again, so the male's ebony ears continuously pivoted a top his head as he glanced about the shrubbery. His amber eyes gleamed in the dense light of the forest as he searched the woodland cautiously, not knowing what to expect here. So silently, Neako's leathery nose twitched as he scented the cold wind that blew, but soon the lone male's head swiftly jerked up as he noticed a dark figure emerging from the foliage out the corner of his eye. The night colored brute could feel the fur around his neck bristling some as he slowly turned to face the wolf, his eyes studied the male, but as he spoke Neako couldn't help but tilt his head to the side.

Ears continued to move as he listened to the strangers words and the male seemed to question Neako, on his name and whether he was a friend or foe. Pausing for the brief startle, Neako licked his muzzle and replied smoothly, ”I mean no harm..” Neako said, ”So, friend it would seem.” He added as he then offered the male a polite bow of his head, though truthfully, Neako wasn't a fan of just giving out his name to others, so he remained quiet on that matter, merely giving the other male a small smile instead.