Otter Creek Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star

The brute had made his way back to the creek where he had first met Nanook, he couldn't stop thinking about their encounter and how freeing it had felt. Taking his mind off of his siblings and not having to worry about them, was different for the northerner. He loved his them all dearly, and yet the last few months had been troubling. His shoulder was still healing from his fathers jaws, and he wouldn't feel relaxed until all of them had settled into a pack. He didn't care if they stuck together, as long as he could visit them and make sure they were okay.

Once again the creek roared in his ears, the water lulling into a distant thought. His siblings were still in the hollow. He had returned to them after Nanook. But the next day found himself here. Wondering if there were any new faces to meet. 

It was then that he picked on a new scent.  A female. He wasn't as lost in thought this time around and kept his guard high. His father had taught him well when encountering strangers. He found the woman asleep, which he found strange, he would never fall asleep so alone and out in the open. There were to many possibilities, most of which could harm him. Sleeping out in the open was something he would never, unless accompanied by his most trusted siblings.

Seeing as he wasn't lost in thought, Siarut was very must aware of his speech. He made a mental not to speak in the common tongue. 

"You really sleep out in the open." He spoke with a certain confidence, his skills in combat were unmatched. He was very much aware of the distance between them, wary of the stranger. Although he would dwarf her with his massive size. Being one of the largest wolves in area, an Arctic Wolf. He had never met a wolf so small before, even Nanook had been larger.