The Bracken Woods chapter six.

He was silent, as ever and always. A walking shadow, tall and slender, ever more so in his ravished, hungry state over the winter season and his months of time alone. For the first time ever even. Although he was quiet this does not mean he could prevent others from smelling him, even if at first they did not hear him or see him. 

But she did, quickly even, or so he felt. The golden wolf approached and as she did so, he already found himself stepping backwards as he remained facing her, burgundy eyes bright and concerned. Overly large ears (not entirely wolf-like at all) perked at her sudden demand and then, fell. Um... Im... hesitant, he begins to shift away to the side. No one. No one. Nothing. And the last thing he wanted was confrontation.