Duck Lake To the ship, matey!

It wasn't log until someone came along, and Ryon watched her. A chuff greeted his ears and he gave a brief wag of his tail to let her know he was friendly. He stood and began to walk towards her, but did keep several yards between them, as was the social expectations when meeting a stranger. 

He gave a dip of his maw in greeting. Hello, my name is Ryon, he said simply. His gaze raked over her, and he couldn't help but notice the scars that took up most of the right side of her head, and he wondered if they traveled down her neck. Her winter coat seemed to devour the scars as it thickened into her body. But, Ryon was not the type to be rude, and did not allow his gaze to linger long on the scars. Though, he did wonder what creature had caused them, and what a strong wolf it would have taken to survive such an attack.