Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

The smell of preyblood on the wind had caught Louis' attention, and he approached with a singular lack of wariness. Not aggressive - just curious, and feeling no need to disguise his approach. When the wind shifted, Louis wasn't surprised to be noticed, and wagged his tail a little as he stepped into view. "Hello!"

It was a great white boulder of a wolf, in his prime, and probably a loner like Louis by the smell of him. Curious. "I only wondered who it was that had hunted, I didn't mean to disturb you. My name's Louis."