Greatwater Lake once, i tried to be somebody

mid-drink is when he realizes he was not as alone as he'd first perceived himself to be. his lapping slows to a small, quieter dip of his tongue, determined not to let the presence of the stranger — a cream drop against the darkened pebbles in the nearby distance — locked in his peripheral vision disrupt his drink. he laps at the water until his thirst is sated and only then does the tundrian lift his head to look at her in full. he draws his salmon pink tongue across his jowls to collect the stray droplets of water, swiping them from the furs of his chin. glacial gaze takes her in with cool amusement twisting at the corners of his lips into a smirk. typically, most wolves let out some sort of chuff to initiate basic niceties.

she does not offer him that and he's amused by the contemplation of how long they would stand this distance from one another having a staring contest. "can i help you with something?" wintersbane inquires of her out loud, breaking the silence that lingers in the distance between them. his amusement lingers but curiosity is always stronger and wintersbane has never been one to curb his own curiosity — despite how frequently he'll attempt to side-step the curiosity of others.