Altar of Twilight Silence so Sweet

A white halo swayed gently in the breeze, the soft fur danced to and fro in a synchronized ballet upon his back. Stepping forward, the sight was once majestic and now it bores the man as he pressed on. Mapping out the area in a mental note. Knowing one's surroundings was half the battle, it was unwise to be blind to the region and their neighbours if he was to stay longer than a breeze.

With a step forward the familiar scent whaffed through his senses, causing him to slow his step to a stop and turn to see the black figure standing at a polite distance away. He turned to face the young woman, a slow circle with every step as majestic as the last. Movements so calculated that they were beautiful the way that a sea beast swimming could be seen as. 

Pools of liquid honey washed over her, she was of a more compact physique, not quite small but smaller than the wolves he was accustomed to being around. It seemed many of the wolves around here were on the smaller scale - perhaps they were not small, but he was large in these lands. What was average in his homelands was abnormal here. But he was not frightening to these creatures as it seemed, and so there had to be others with his stature around that he had just not found... maybe he was just unlucky with his findings thus far.

The familiar scent was that of the wolves he had passed their lands by just a little while ago while on his way to the mountain's pass. It was strong on this one. Is this coincidence, or are you following me. Since her scent was that of the pack he had passed, she could be investigating the strange scent that came close to her home - or perhaps, this was just a coincidence as he hopped. But never the less he waited, prepared to defend himself from a pack member who may be all too protective...