Emberwood branch-waving

A startled gasp, a whirl of sunblue eyes; a summerwolf through and through.

Wake casually pulled back his head, expression creasing with mild amusement. His ears tipped and swiveled just as lazily, seeing that no one else had been disturbed, all while his eyes slid slowly down the wolf’s frame and back up again to meet their gaze intently.

He blinked slowly, examining the explanation under a magnanimous lens. He couldn’t have been doing much harm. After all, this was no trained spy—at least not judging by his panicked reaction. Just some looky-loo who probably had more than enough reason to do as he’d done by proximity alone.

Are you going to tell them? He tipped his head, a chaste and knowing smile faintly curving his muzzle. Reserving judgement, but entertained as a god might be. That they are close to your pack, I mean.