Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

wintersbane knows the moment he has the woman's attention. her gaze fixates on him and the tundrian watches as she descends from her perch to draw nearer. unlike almost every other wolf wintersbane's ever came across in these wilds she does not speak. the sotaherra is instantly intrigued. choosing not to speak to him, not to break the verbal silence that extends between them even as she draws ever nearer only serves to add a air of enigma about her. a voice is the next step towards being able to craft a first impression and her lack thereof — while communicating nonverbally is something he's gotten used to during his time spent in relmyna and astara's presences — leaves him unable to move onto the next step of that process.

the muscles in his shoulders tense as she leans close to take an investigative sniff. he allows it though he resists the temptation to bare his teeth in warning. its a move that strikes him as being excessive — no doubt the tightness in the junction of his shoulders communicates that he's not a fan of having his personal space invaded. not that, mind, he couldn't hold his own in a fight because he is a soturi and of course he can; but his recruitment drives are long and tiring and nursing wounds so far from the hollow isn't ideal ...which only serves to remind him as his second birthday draws nearer month by month that he's come a long way from the gremlin he'd been as a cub.

in favor of playing the silent game too, he lifts his brows in a inquiry, glacial gaze locking upon her as he waits to see what she'll do ( or perhaps say ) next.