With his nose closed to the snow and his ears swivelling on top of his head, Ciervo began to zig zag his way through the flatlands looking for a treasure underneath the ground or a simple distraction to pull his head out of the sudden enigma he had been faced with. Despite the flowery descriptions made by the female about her pack, something about it all didn't seem to convince the man entirely.
Then, as the scent of another wolf drifted into his nostrils he pulled into a halt deciding to drop his hollow search to follow the scent to meet whoever was at the other side of it all. Surely a conversation would be better than walking around pointlessly around the snow covered flatlands. Unfortunately, before he could begin hunting down whoever was out there he realized he had turned into the hunted one instead.
With a hasty turn of his head, the seemingly strange coywolf directed his attention towards the chocolate colored female. Having the blood of coyote running through his veins had never been a drawback for the gutty Ostrega; even if his limbs and muzzle were noticeably longer and slimmer than most wolves he met (even more now that Winter was taking a toll on him) he had never felt as if these traits made him less of a wolf as of to speak.
"No -- unless you could give me a pointer of what this place and the pack living here is called" he barked with a cheeky half-smile, having a slight suspicion she belonged to said pack.
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