Lone Star Mountain today, you were far away

Beyond the barrier of predator-versus-prey there was such a divide between Winterfox and the wolf that would mean Seal's words fell upon deaf ears. They could read one-another's posture and body language enough, but that was where things ended.

All that Winterfox could ascertain in this moment was that the wolf was lethargic rather than aggressive, and that they carried many predator-scents with them, likely from the west. Given that the wolf was not moving in any way that was antagonistic of the mare, a certain stillness could be savored between them.

Winterfox was an old mare who often lost her way, but she was not lacking for intelligence. She could sense there was something wrong about this wolf; but upon not finding visual sign of injury she surmised it was something deeper. If they were not about to chase her off then she could keep grazing—at a distance—and so she did that.

The crunch of her molars accented Seal's explanation, although that explanation hit that species barrier.

She wondered if perhaps this wolf had been driven away from its herd? That would be enough to make anyone despondent.