Hushed Willows Whatever It Takes

She was careful not to give her exact location away and the boy could respect that. She maneuvered and stalked around him with ease--granted, he had at least a suspect of where she were given the direction the voice seemed to flow from. He straightened up his figure and stood, while unthreatening, confidently. His ears turned with the silence that befell him after she finished and he was careful with his response. 

 "Apparently an intruder," He confesses this truth with ease. Even if he did not know this place to be a pack land--he had caused her offense. Who was she? He would get to that later, "I am," He usually was...

 His back legs fold and he brings himself to a seated position. He would show as much comfort as were possible to draw her out. He was no threat: A gentle giant. "My name is Collision. I apologize for my intrusion," His words were sincere and so he didn't so much as miss a beat.