Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

Steele wondered where she was from, it obviously wasn't from around here but he wasn't biased against anyone or any place. He was pretty open and would like to know why she had an accent. The brute stopped a few leaps from her and then sat down on her rump. "You have an accent?" it was a bit of a question just in case he was wrong. His glowing amber eyes watched her carefully making sure she wasn't going to fall or be in danger. 

His face had lightened up toward her. The brute was calm and collected, he had only met a couple of wolves since he left and this would be another. It made him excited to get to know another soul, but his mind wondered to when he interacted with Nym and how it didn't go so well. This time he would only go closer if asked and be more polite than ever.