Shadowwyn Moor Shade

The stranger turned toward him, and Artyom paused. His warm gaze lowered briefly, signalling that he had no intention to intimidate or challenge her, before he pricked a golden ear toward her and lifted his eyes to study her expression.

She sseemed friendly enough, for which he was grateful, though he maintained a comfortable distance. "Hi," the pale wolf returned a gentle greeting, and offered a thin smile as he gestured with his muzzle over a shoulder in the direction he'd come from. "I reside with a pack who claim the hollow just north of here," he told her, hoping to provide an explanation for his proximity.

A pause, as he looked toward his new companion once again. "My name is Artyom."