Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

Though he kept his head low, he stepped forward slowly to show himself--and hopefully that he meant no harm. His posture was crafted to look neutral, maybe relaxed, to counterbalance the sharp look he couldn't shake fully. Just me, he said quietly, giving half a shake of his furs. I'm Antares, he went ahead and offered to further sign his attempt at.. friendly-adjacent. He smelled like the wilds and few other wolves, more than anything, likely still like the swamps west of here.

Passing through? he asked. Unlike the last coywolf he had found, he was certain he had no past history with this one, especially after chancing a good, proper look at them.