Mount Apikuni Those Claws Dig Deep

Ulysses can see her stiffen and that all too powerful gaze burn into him. Her Coppery eyes intertwined with the sort of fire you don’t mess with. Though he can tell she is no longer a threat as she waits patiently for him to calm down.

The hair along his spine finally settles and he stands in a more natural position, ears facing his new company. Then he gives himself a good informal shake, bits of long fur fly through the warm sky. It jostles his wounds and he ends up hating himself for it afterwards as his face screws up in pain when he meets eyes with the stranger. 

Those moonlike eyes of his never leave her own, though he doesn’t intend for it to be a dominating action. He risks it and pads just a touch closer, but instead of going straight towards her he goes forth in almost an arc showing her the wounds alongside his ripcage.

He gives a huff of a laugh, he’s just a little bit salty about the encounter but he nods none the less. “Yes, it seems I did. I was close to killing her too.” His accent almost makes his words slur. “Seems life had different plans.”

He attempts so catch her scent again to know a bit more about her and she had a great deal of other scents on her, along with other wolves. He assumes she must be from a pack. Running into a pack wolf isn’t always ideal, but as long as she isn’t a threat neither is he.