Hideaway Strath Tell it on the mountain

When he heard the breathy sound of someone calling out, Tulimaq turned his attention to his surroundings and to the forest, although he could've stared at the imposing mountain in the distance for hours; he was silently enamored with it. He had not thought this forest to be anything special and hadn't anticipated that any wolves would find their way through it, but he was pleasantly proven wrong by the sight of an agile young thing watching him from the depths. At first he mistook some of the dappled light creeping through the canopy for a set of eyes and moved to intercept it, only to realize a second later that he was wrong. Her silver eyes stood out against the soot-toned composition of her narrow face.

He felt like posturing but didn't, deciding to play the role of the wanderer like he usually did. The mountain could wait. He boldly approached the youth and with a reaching step, lunged at the fur along her scruff so that he could sniff at it; whether she allowed it or not, he was searching for information and was amused to find many indications that this was not just a lone wolf, but someone who likely lived nearby. A pack wolf. He would have to explore the area more thoroughly if it was to become his home.

As he drew away from her the man's voice boomed, I wasn't aware there were wolves in the hinterlands, and while the phrase itself was casual there was an edge to the way he said it, inviting further information.