Savitr watched as the female's eyes opened in a manner that he might have attributed to laziness and for a moment both stranger and the Huntsman stared at one another. Silence. Silence was a useful tool when he was hunting but this was not what he was doing and at the moment Savitr could claim that it was not silence that he was looking for. His life was one of chosen solitude, even now as he chose to remain a lone wolf and bide his time investigating the packs until he found one that he deemed suitable. The woman responded simply to his statement, not offering anything more than a sound. While, under normal circumstances he might not have minded the lack of verbal communication but he was a wolf and they craved social interactions.
Her blank stare was not helping him in the assertion that, perhaps, she did not crave company as he suddenly did. He considered speaking, lips parting with the intention before he closed them on a second thought. Weight shifted as he turned his eyes from her to study Silvertip now that he was closer before they turned back to her. Did I wake you?
He inquired after the stretch of silence, referring to the fact that previous to his chuff and speech her eyes had seemingly been closed. She did not quite have the look of a creature just roused from sleep but perhaps she was one of those chipper creatures — something that the Huntsman did not have the pleasure of being. If he was awoken from sleep he always prepared to attack knowing that it was during his slumber that he was at his most vulnerable.