Whitefish River What a Lovely Day to Kill the Queen.

A single bite in and company came afront his peripherals.
Typical of a catch. He assumed it was the smell of meat and edibility that drew the sounds from the timbers, but his assumptions were not correct; a frame of ash, bark, and woodland palette came and seated a comfortable distance away. It took a matter of inhales to cleanse his passageway of fish, and he had come to understand it was a female. Russet woman with flinty scaling through her pelt, and her scent sharply reminded him of other wolves settling their home nearby. She must have been one of them, as her scent was not a singular one. 

“Hail!” 

She called the greeting as though he were expected to duck his head and salute. Or she simply could have been announcing herself boldly as to not startle him and trigger a mess. His molten gaze waltzed up and down her body as he made note to read her as she announced herself. The baritones that were becoming of his aging body chuffed back his own greeting.

"Hello." 

He hadn't even shook himself, but doing so might elude to the assumption that he was tidying up his appearance for her sake. Yet the dastardly craving to pelt this woman with river water was strong. Choices...
Wasn't worth getting killed over. 
She may have illustrated her pleasant demeanor, but he took no chances. He didn't even have Arana to throw in front of him. Would've been the quickest way to get rid of her. 

Turning his gaze back to the forest behind her, Siqsa figured he needed to weasel his way into somekind of shelter, and soon. It was already growing colder with every day that passed; fall was swift in it's gait, and seemed uninterested in slowing, nor stopping. the leaves of this place had enough brown bleeding in them to be the earliest sign. So it was impossible for him to muster another winter, alone. 

 "What can you tell me of your family?"

He launched into the topic with sudden impulse. A crease settled over his dark navy brow as he attempted to figure a way to word it better. Would she know he meant 'pack' by family? Or would she just think he was a damn creep trying to get in her business?

"Are they looking for extra members?" 

Maybe that would clarify that a bit. Siqsa didn't speak much, if at all. So this was probably the most she was going to get from him.