Silver Creek quiet night

His face perks up, it’s nice to meet friendly wolves. “Well, if you must know, I’m doing quite fine.” He smirks as he drawls casually.

Truthfully, since he’s begun his journey, he hasn’t come across one too friendly yet. Though he can see the different way this wolf carries herself. She actually seems to have manners; now, where Dakota lacks manners he still makes up for in kindness. He’s a gentle soul until he doesn’t have to be.

Dokata tilts his head, looking at her bluish coat and marveling at the color. His honey eyes make contact with her own. “You are pure wolf, yes?” He asks with a light smile. “I mean no insult by that, your coat is just something I’ve never seen on a wolf before. It’s beautiful.” He comments walking casually along the side of the river.

He gazes back towards her and plops the plume of his butt onto the bank. “Are you with a pack?” He asks, he can’t smell any other wolves on her; or let alone smell at all. “Are there a lot of wolves around these parts?”