Sunbeam Lair Could you be more elusive

It surprised him when the silence was broken; there was no way for him to tell how much time had passed between his self-imposed silence and the voice of the woman. The rain droned on. Her question came, and he sort of.. Not really startled awake, but he had started to doze a little as he listened to the weather and her voice roused him. He sucked in a small breath, tasting the petrichor.

Tulimaq Tartok. The man answered. He didn't turn the question back on the pale wolf — rather, he waited quietly as she digested the name. He doubted she would recognize his surname because very few wolves ever did.

When silence met him, Tulimaq was fine with it. But the rain gradually let up and he took that as a cue to continue on his way - he did not say farewell, but rather, slipped out of the cave and along the nearby ridge without another word.