Noctisardor Bypass dark veil

Vaguely, Argent recognized the she-wolf from the couple he had seen talking amongst themselves. A silver shadow--the stalwart guardian remained on the outside of the pack, figuratively, and it showed now in his ignorance to even knowing the names of his pack mates.

Still, the ice-gazed male recognized the swell of her sides. Glancing down to the hare he had caught earlier (a feat, for they were a rare catch for the larger wolf), he offered a small chuff, jaws leaning down to snap the prize up and gently trot in her direction. Pack would look after their own--she would need the nourishment of this meal far more than him.

As he sidled closer, the silver wolf dropped the meal, broad muzzle nudging it closer to her in silence as his inscrutable gaze studied her, never one to speak first or know if his presence was welcome.