As a wanderer, she was neither bound by another or made to follow the courtesies of a wolf within a pack. To complement her scent, her spirit was wild. And yet with all wild things, a moment of calm and reason would touch them to sake of understanding and genuine curiosity. Such was the means by which the female turned her eyes from the path ahead. Bold gems of umber and gold shining with intrigue as the inquiring vocalist drew nigh with purpose. Although his reason for the call was unknown to her, clearly.
Swiftly she lowered her nose along the creeks bend to generously scent its banks and the land around it. No… the creek as a whole was not claimed, however there was perceptible cologne drifting from the direction of the coming male. Not to close for her comfort, but worth to instill wary even in her.
As he advanced, she stood still following the ascent of her crown. The mask of fear and caution remained absent from her face, however the countenance of observation overtook her near seamlessly. Gracefully aged dapples of grey accented the tan folds encompassing the whole of a large, muscled frame. His expression, one of question when her eyes could better see. Yet rather than offer a word to perhaps ease his bother, she gifted him her silence instead as biting as the chilling wind. |