These haunted lullabies

The cooling feeling of the willows fell over him - almost as if he was in a daze. That and the horrible want for some action with a wolf between his teeth. However, he refused to lower himself to the standards of a beast. Eraithus may have had needs but he was a gentleman and would try to remain as such. Eraithus nose twitched to the scent of a wolf approaching, though it wasn't until she was very close to the overhanging tendrils that he noticed. Her shape weaving and moving among the tendrils like a dream - white fur with black marks. His only curiosity was his inability to currently see her face. Eraithus' tail found itself twitching as he rose from his makeshift nest. He decided to take a chance and poked his head out of the tendrils to look at her.

"Enjoying the woods Ma'm?" he smirked as he spoke softly. Seeing her fangs he was even more interested, his eyes widening a bit as he inspected her. About two years from what he could tell in terms of scent. Pack was attached to her was well. Inside of his brain he groaned what was with all these pack wolves moving into his path he didn't want trouble with anyone. Regardless perhaps in his time of need he could coax a spar out of her if that was available. Simply though he stood there and didn't mind the space between them.