Neverwinter Forest Balenciaga

a rattle of sapplings and a few seconds later, and imrathil had focused his tired eyes on the subject -- a she-wolf in better condition than he. imrathil had never been a man to stare long (even if the subject was particularly pleasing), but he had noticed the delicate lines of her limbs, and the warm mix of sandy shore nestled between sleek grey fur. he gave a half-hearted wave of his tail, still somewhat tired but no less worse for wear now that he had found the source of disturbance in the woods.

he had never been a wolf to be particularly distrustful of other wolves, either, so when her voice matched her winsome smile, imrathil found the tension easing a little. "hey - guessing you didn't catch something, huh?" his lips pursed in playful disappointment. "i was sleeping. was. you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" he tilted his head to the side, his tone suggesting the banter was more play than accusatory.