Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

u r a great woof

Tonravik watched as he moved toward her, and went rigid for a moment, muzzle dipping over her throat and ears flattening on her head in case he made a move for one. But as he snuffled around, Tonravik too did the same, only up until he neared her rear. Given she could not immediately protect herself in that vicinity, she bolted forth quickly and bore her fangs when turning around. Tonravik was quick to relax, however; had he of meant harm, he surely would have when given the opportunity.

An ear flicked as she looked to him. He was alone. Perhaps he preferred to keep it that way. He was strong and sturdy and lacked any sort of desperation... from that, Tonravik had still earned very little more information. In fact, he probably had learned more. Like the fact that she did not travel alone. Tonravik blinked at him, then looked into the distance. Her interest was still there, but limited; but she was bad at these things, lacking any sort of social manners there ever were. At the same token, it did not appear she had any desire to learn them.