Otter Creek Uncloudy day

As he once more hit upon the scent of prey, a low sound alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. Those intending to do harm did not normally announce their presence, so he remained as he was a moment, long enough to determine that the trail was old and not really worth following, before raising his head to look at her.

She was tall and lithe, but the wind was not with him so he could not tell from where she came. It didn't really matter overly much. The only pack he need be wary of was the Caldera and they were far from there. The Plateau had neutral standing with pretty much everyone else, though he may have pissed off that woman from the coast. He had yet to see another of their kind, though, so figured it was little to worry on.

"Greetings," came his intoned response, and he looked at her curiously. "Can I help you with something?" It was asked in a friendly manner, no impatience within his tone. He wasn't sure what her reasons were for approaching. Perhaps just conversation, which was well enough with him, but some needed more reason than that to pause their own responsibilities and approach a stranger.