Sea Lion Shores Tell me I'm the only one

Meters left between them, the ice-man slowed to a stop, watching the other wolf as carefully as they watched him. Caution was a thing to be appreciated; so many wolves did not know caution, did not know self-preservation. In these first few moments between them, it was obvious that this one valued his own life, enough to be wary of Stjornuati as he approached. The cream colored creature would have responded in a starkly similar manner and so, gave the male space.

Tail flagged neutrally, ears at an almost lazy position, the Stormskyli's head dropped in quiet greeting before returning to a more normal position. Are you a sea wolf? He asked, pondering if this was one of the ones from the coast-dwelling packs. With the breeze not blowing in his favor, he could not yet pick out the scents that lingered around the freckled one, and so could not glean this information without asking.