Shimmering Sands up with the sun, gone with the wind

When his periphery caught glimpse of the oncoming motion, he stalled his trailing long enough to pause. The first wild hope wanted it to be a silhouette of a deer, cheerily limping his way, or some other big, warm, delicious prey begging for the takedown at his paws. Instead it was wholly, absolutely wolf. An earthy-shaded fellow, and Silas immediately had himself brace for this—just in case. 

Before he heard anything, his ears tucked down fast and his posture stayed as sunken as he had been. Although the presentation of this stranger suggested good will, he erred on the wary side by default, and by his very nature out here alone.

He did cant his head at the peculiar greeting (presumably?), then clenched his teeth. The realization of what exactly the talkative stranger said next cut a chill to his bones. All these pent anxieties blew through his nose in a tired sigh. Bear. No bear, not that I've seen, he shook his head, unable to be relieved about the fact that he had missed it as he skirted a look up to the stranger's chest. I was trailing the deer.. maybe it was too, hoping for an easy meal before hiding away... he mentioned quietly, supposing it made some sense if he had to think on it from a bear's viewpoint. Do you have many neighbors like that, here? Silas nervously licked his lips, upset he (some tracker he was lately) had overlooked the scent if so.