Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

Greywood turned his head toward its source, his eyes meeting the sharp gaze of a wolf who stepped forward with all the confidence of one who owned the ground beneath her paws.

“I suppose I might be,” he replied evenly, his round ears swiveling briefly to catch the noises surrounding them. Trying to catch anymore approaching feet. He was eased when he heard nothing. He dipped his head slightly, not quite a bow, but enough to show that he wasn’t here to challenge her.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” he added, lifting his gaze back to her. There was no apology in his tone, only acknowledgment. Greywood believed in respecting boundaries, but he also wouldn't roll over belly up. Thus his posture remained neutral, tail low but firm.

“Greywood Solhearth,” he offered, his name rolling off his tongue with quiet dignity. “And you are?”