Stavanger Bay blackbird claw, raven wing

Since he was supposed to the dominant one in this position, he had no problem looking her square in the eyes. He surprised to find her looking back into his without any fear. What he thought he saw was almost... interest? The moment seemed to freeze for him until she responded to him. It seemed she was almost trying to warn him, like he didn't already know the dangers of this world. He had no time to respond before she finally answered his question.

He considered her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, before deciding to respond to her first statement, even though she had moved on from it. You're giving me time to ask questions, he pointed out. Another moment passed as he considered her answer as to why she was here. If she was not alone, any wolves who were with her would have likely attacked by now. He gave her a pointed look, Do not make me regret this, he said sternly, before shifting and moving so that she could right herself. He remained standing a few feet from her, his head and tail high in dominant position, but his hackles smoothed out. The aggression disappeared from his face and was replaced with his usual, gentler expression. He was not stupid, however. He remained cautious and aware of their surroundings, especially her. He rather liked her spunk. Where are you from? he asked, noting that her scent wasn't familiar of any packs he had run into, though he had made it a point in Wheeling Gull Isle to stay away from other packs since they all seemed to be hostile toward the Isle pack.