Hushed Willows Will you bleed me out?

He walks and as he does he notices how silent and eerie this place is in the dead of night. He can hear every creak, every snap of nature, every small gust of wind, every rustle of leaves. Then all of a sudden he’s hearing a questioning bark. It’s a stark contrast to the background noise of nature and he’s stilling in his spot instantly. Looking around him until he spots the bright, pale shape of another wolf. 

His eyes narrow when he sees them, distinctly feminine looking and when he sniffs experimentally that too is distinctly feminine. He lifts his head some, ears cupping forward as the blood red of his eyes meets her own pale ones. His eyes roam her body next. In a calculatingly wild and suspicious manner. He sees the hesitant wag of her tail and he wonders why she wags it. Does she know him? And if she did, he’s definitely not worth wagging for. Hardly anyone would be happy to see such a grump as him, but perhaps she doesn’t know any better or simply desires company. He’s not quite sure if he wants to be that company. 

Yet, he is already here. So he tilts his chin up to her in a silent greeting despite the permanent scowl on his mug. Head lowering back down to shoulder level when he deems her not a threat. As if anything could threaten him. As if he is scared of anything but his own demons. 

It’s then he begins moving towards her. His movements are slow but casual. If she allows, he would move to circle her, nostrils flaring to get a better scent of her. He wants to know if she’s in a pack. He doesn’t smell one on her so he assumes she’s not. He wonders what she would do if he snatcher her up by the scuff and gave her a nice little thrashing, but he doesn’t do it, not yet at least, but the unhealthy thoughts of death are ever present in his mind no matter what he does. 

So he would crane his neck closer to practically press his nose into her fur. Eyes still watching her face to make sure she won’t snap back at him. He even bravely gives her a nip to her shoulder before pulling back some. Though his movements aren’t playful, he’s testing her. She might or might not think the same.