The Warmth of Others

The male rested for the time being, keeping his ears and his nose alert for anyone who happened to answer his call, but his golden eyes shut, head nestled down into the subtle crevice between his forelimbs. The darkly tinted nose that set in the end of his snout gave a slight wriggle as the scent of a young woman reached him. His head lifted with slight reluctance before he reminded himself it'd been he who had called. He had no right to be even the slightest bit irritated at anyone interrupting his little nap.

Not much after the scent hit his nose did his ears stand erect at the sound of a short, higher-pitched howl in response. The woman moved towards him, entering the small clearing he lingered in. He stood, shaking off bits of fur that clung to his chocolately coat.

?Don't mind at all. Was growing a bit bored on my own, figured I'd look for a bit of company.? he said with a light shrug, golden eyes gazing at her with a bit of curiosity. He have a tiny laugh at her words, shaking his head to them. ?No, no pack. 'Fraid not ? sorry to disappoint. And yourself? You don't smell much like a pack wolf.? he commented, hoping not to offend. Small talk wasn't exactly his forte. Still, most pack wolves reeked of a muddled scent of wolves. Those who traveled alone only had their own to share.