Ouroboros Spine Alas I cannot Swim

He had every intention of passing by without drawing attention to himself- but when he caught a scent that was fresh and close, he paused, lifting his nose to scent the air with the calm, careful motions of a great polar bear. With a demure gaze he cast a glance around until he spotted what at first looked like a snowdrift, until he focused in on it. Lissome and slim, the wolf couldn't have been more than a yearling, if she was even that. She had a watchful look about her, but he didn't sense any hostility. So he paused in his travel, and huffed a soft breath. 

He met her gaze for a moment, and then looked to see if there were others. He wouldn't want to find himself surrounded, as he wasn't interested in spending energy in a useless fight. So he dipped his head to show deference, even if she was only a young thing. For all he knew, she could have been the daughter of a warlord- and he had absolutely no intention of disrespecting her parents.