Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Cole’s gaze locked onto the approaching figure, a wolf cloaked in the deep, inky hues of night. There was an air about him—tall, sharp, commanding—that set him apart. The kind of presence that could either fill a room or smother it. Cole raised a brow, his expression unwavering, as the other wolf’s voice cut through the cold.

Hello, Cole replied, his tone measured and distant, the word clipped as if weighed carefully.

His dark eyes ran a quick but thorough scan of the man before him, cataloging every detail with a calculated edge. The snow crunched beneath his own paws as he shifted his weight slightly, standing firm, though his posture remained neutral.

You’re out early, Cole observed, his words holding no warmth but no hostility either. Looking for something?