Deepwood Weald Resurrection

Teal stone eyes had been turned to the earth. Scanning the soil for tracks or any kind of a hint. What Saviguk found, or rather, found him, was not what he was expecting. At least not so soon. The figure of another wolf, who had spotted him. He did not strike the newly risen Ostrega as familiar. But his cowering, fearful posture was not something he was used to.

Luckily, he was not an unnecessarily hostile wolf. His ears pricked forward curiously, a single sweep of his tail offered. Staying rooted to his spot, he chuffed to the younger male softly. Tried to convey that he was no threat, before he even considered moving closer.