Stavanger Bay chasing dreams like i'm on novocaine

the stranger seems unperturbed by his appearance, turning eyes of glimmering ice on him with no trace of alarm or aggression. the tension eases from his slim shoulders and he shifts slightly as she speaks, his own argent gaze brightening at her invitation. hesitation stays him only a moment before he moves to close the distance still between them with a brief nod, steps gentle and deliberate. he cannot recall meeting anyone before who shares his fascination with the stars — or maybe he can? the thought startles him, distracting for a moment, but he's too intrigued by the silver-eyed stranger to linger on it long. he settles near the woman, glancing briefly between her darkened features and the starlit sky before his gaze settles on the latter. he sucks in a slow breath, wondering if the mysteries the other wolf ponders are anything like his own.