Emberwood Total Eclipse

welcome to wolf!

A pause—her words drawing a small smirk to the man’s lips, though quickly masked as he creeps forward more—an attempt to appear non-threatening in his stature, though a rugged cheek brushes against the bark of a tree as he eyes the she-wolf.

“Define 'unnecessary',” he queries—curious to her definition of it. He held no desire for a fight—assumedly, she didn’t, either.

Still, he held little trust in strangers, and such a thing is apparent in the pointed gaze and the tentative relaxation of his muscles—still ready to coil and spring to action should be needed.