Ocean's Breath Plateau white flag

The stranger turned and caught him in their sights. Revui watched them plainly, wondering where they had come from - comparing them, whether he was aware of it or not, to his dark-coated siblings and mother. The wolf before him looked like he'd seen better days. He was older than Revui, but that wasn't something the boy often noticed. He began to stride closer but paused when they spoke, calling out to him — almost apologizing for not noticing the silver behemoth. Revui's ears trembled as they caught that voice.

He wasn't sure what to do, or to say. Words weren't often his tool of communication like they were for others, but things would have to change if he was going to survive out here. He took a moment to consider all of his options (ignore him, start a fight, make him an ally -) and then he cleared his throat.

Sorry, he half grumbled, his voice crackling. Revui didn't know what to say at that point so he fell back to comfortable silence, but began to walk again. He followed the path made by the stranger because it was easier than fjording the snow himself; not that he was incapable, being a massive plough of a teen, but he didn't want to waste the energy.