Swiftcurrent Creek Here, I'll forgive my thoughts now.

He had not been aware of the other wolf attempting to squirrel herself out of view, until she thought otherwise stepped into his line of sight. Viinturuth paused in his tracks and lifted his muzzle to look upon her, dark gaze curious but kind as they sought the vibrant ruby of her eyes.

It was clear to see that she had not made it through life unscathed. The ranger noted the long-healed scars upon her hide, though he did not let his stare linger for longer than a fleeting glance.

Hi, he greeted, and moved forward to close some of the distance between them, sort of. Been around for a few weeks now. I'm Viinturuth.