Iskandor's blue eyes flicked between the towering redwoods and Sericea's oh so eager form, his expression calm; vigilant. He matched her quick pace with effortless strides, seeing as they differed so much in size. Despite her excitement, his own demeanor remained composed, though some bit of curiosity brightened his gaze as he looked at her.
"Yes, exciting." the boy rumbled, a half smile tugging at the corners of his lips. As the girl edged closer, her red fur brushing against his blue-slate pelt, Iskandor tilted his head,craning to watch her with a subdued intensity. Her closeness was noted but met with an air of control, his posture carefully composed. He really… didn’t like it. The way she was almost leaning on him. "This grandfather of yours," he murmured, gaze as thoughtful as it was curious, his paws moving for personal space. "If he's as you say, I imagine he'll be a fascinating encounter."
And then she spoke, greeting a man he hadn’t even seen or smelled yet. Iskandor was rife with uncertainty, his brows furrowing as he met the older white wolf’s visage.
Knight
