Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

Supposing he had nothing to lose, and time aplenty to spare, he carried on closer on his soft steps. If she was a wolf of Kukutux's home, then he would bank on that decency (something he was no stranger to, at least). It was all meant to be easier here where he could be further away from whoever he was supposed to be, and just some wanderer without worry. Easier said than done sometimes, though. He was still learning how to set aside those attachments. Hello, he offered with a short nod, guessing he might be clear enough by now in his intentions to.. try to interact. He carried himself with no threat, and tried not to seem too terribly tense. Antares couldn't say if he succeeded any.

Looking for something? he asked vaguely enough, matching a curious look her way, then towards what had potentially drawn her sights before he had come meandering along. Still learning the sights and sounds of the shore himself, he knew it could offer plenty.