Great Bear Wilderness the wolf bites back

the comment rolls off him, his yellow-grey eyes fixed ahead, scanning the path she cuts through the forest. he doesn’t answer immediately, thus giving way to awkwardness, but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

so, the smirk on his face is nearly audible as he trudges along her back flank. got a name?

the words are blunt, clipped, as though dragged out of him more by necessity than genuine interest. he doesn’t quicken his pace or look at her directly, his gaze instead flicking briefly toward the treetops before settling back on the path.