Outlined against the ruddy landscape, swathed in strange light, her antlers catch his attention first. Prey? No, the body shape is canine. A wolf, with a crown of antlers placed elegantly on her head. Viktor assess her openly, coming to the conclusion that they're not worn but grown. He doesn't allow for surprise to color his expression, only appreciation.
"I'm not intruding, am I?" His words cut through the stillness, the tenuous calm of the red afternoon. Though Viktor knows he hasn't crossed any pack boundaries, at least not blatantly, he could only hope her response would give him a bit more clarity on both his situation and location. An easygoing, confident smile colors his face, though he doesn't come down. Not yet.
