To The Mountaintop

It wasn't often Wesson took anyone by surprise. Given his large build and heavy steps, stealth took effort he simply didn't desire to make most of the time. In a hunting or fighting situation, sure, but in every day life? Better that people noticed him. It was a sort of gift for them after all. He smiled, partly due to manners and partly as a result of of her reaction to him speaking up. She seemed to be pretty composed about it, but the fact that he'd surprised her was evident. To his surprise, she approached him and nearly closed them gap between them, apparently not the slightest bit intimidated or nervous. This was not a reaction he was used to.

Wesson was a social wolf and he interacted with others, male and female, on as regular a basis as he could. Due to his size, many were initially intimidated and kept their distance. Females in particular were typically nervous, but not due to fear of him. This one, though, she walked right up to him without a moment's hesitation and began teasing immediately. Wes wasn't sure how he felt about that, but uncertainty made him no less a gentleman. He raised an eyebrow at her accusation, but his smile remained. "Oh, no, ma'am. I was just lookin' t'explore this here cliff. Didn't mean t'intrude." He shook his head slightly as he spoke, as if to emphasize his point, but stopped when he caught her gaze.

He knew the look in those pretty pinkish eyes of hers. She'd noticed his own beautiful blue eyes, just like they always did, and they'd drawn a change of attitude from her. He couldn't help but smirk and wag his little stub of a tail in response. Every time. "Pardon me, sweetheart, appears I forgot mine too. My name's Wesson," he said with a little bow. They were so close, he had trouble not bumping her as he did so. "May I have the pleasure of knowin' yours?"