Lost Creek Hollow goldeagle

Most wolves responded to him the same way, as he was typically quite gentle and meek with his approach. Still, it made his heart ache to see a wolf carry themselves with caution first, and trust second. He sought to right that with every new encounter he had, by reassuring the wolves of the world that there was good, and it was tangible. 

”Doing well,” His voice was lighter than hers, soft as the curls that framed his face. ”Am called Skáld, from Kvarsheim…Pack in….That way,” He guestured with a somewhat ambiguous flick of his paw, as if to assure her that it was nowhere close by, and that she wouldn’t be in any trouble being in this area. He looked back toward her again. ”Your name?”