Stavanger Bay chasing dreams like i'm on novocaine

a moment later, a voice cuts through the darkness, soft and feminine. his ears pull forward and he slows briefly, hesitating a few beats before he moves forward to close the distance between them. he chuffs again when a figure becomes clear just ahead, inquisitive this time. his tail swishes affably behind him despite his guarded posture, silver eyes gleaming as he presses forward. the cloak of night makes it near-impossible to discern the stranger's features, but by scent he knows the other as female, young, alone. he senses no hostility, yet part of him remains wary of the stranger. it is this wariness that brings him to a halt when only a couple yards separate them, lingering with tail still swaying as he waits for a second response.