A mirror in hand

What the hell was he doing back here? it wasn't as though his last trip into the marshy woodlands had yielded him anything of value. Just some sore muscles and a long vine that had served well to help him lug carcasses to a cache. Regardless, he was here, and he wasn't fully sure what he ought to be doing today. At least, until the scent of a young female caught his attention. Veering off his ambling course, he followed the strong trail left behind by her recent passage. The snow was stained with mud where she'd moved through it, and it was far easier to follow the trail by her tracks. It wasn't long before the soft babble of a stream made its way to his auds, and the male found himself staring at the shapely hindquarters of a brilliant amethyst femme. Brow quirked ever so slightly, taking a moment to trace the lines of her hindquarters with his eyes, before clearing his throat softly. Of course, he wasn't exactly a quiet man with all of his bulk, but he would rather avoid being called on his lack of manners so early in the encounter.

"Lose a fight with a puddle, did you?" he teased lightly, a smile curving the corners of dark lips as he leaned over to examine the mud stains slicking down the fur of her forelimbs. Oddly enough, he wasn't sure he'd seen a wolf in these lands whose pelage was a singular shade of an unnatural hue. She wasn't all that large, certainly dwarfed by his own bulk. Easy pickings, really. Were he still young and hungry for fame and fortune, he might have snatched her up for his own. Perhaps offered her up to the highest bidder. Now? He was wiser, only barely, and certainly less inclined to sow chaos for a reward that might not be as high as it was in his youth. There were far more of his kind around here, he wouldn't exactly be cornering the market with this young lass.