Golden Glade there's a circuit in my chest;; disconnected from the rest

The dark wolf turned to face him with a wary expression. The wolves of the wilds were careful creatures, he'd noted, but he wanted to open them up to closer encounters. The two held their ground in a standoff until the female parted her lips and chuffed softly at him. Smokestep smirked and took a few steps forward so that he did not seem as much of a ghost on the cold winter background. His ears swiveled forward as he peered on the woman; she seemed fit enough that she could hold her own if things turned south; the pirate was not entirely sure why she would be wary of a passerby. If only he'd had Sandpiper with him. The two Cairn children were a dynamic duo if there ever was one. Nothing could hold them back and nothing could stand in their way.

“Ahoy,” he woofed at her. His voice carried through the air like a sea shanty on a breeze off the ocean. His dark lips curled upward and his lifted his head, taking an upright position. He drank in her scent and noted that she did not have the smell of having been claimed. “What're ye doin' out here on yer own, lass?”