depth of me is only love,

Indigo did startle the woman slightly as he spoke, but when you were lost in the scenery he couldn’t blame her. She recovered just as quickly though, realizing with a swiftness that despite his appearance he wished her no harm. Indigo had been through enough himself that he would never desire to cause another any kind of harm.

The older man was used to seeing wolves of strange origin after living in these lands for so long. His family was full of blessed individuals, and he would not believe her some oddity to behold. Her long limbs and vibrant pelt were beautiful, as pleasing to look at as their surroundings.

She did answer him after recovery, yes it was beautiful. Immediately though she offered to excuse her behavior, as he had indeed startled her at first. "Oh no, that’s my fault.” He assured her as he pulled his haunches beneath himself to sit and enjoy the view. "Indigo,” he returned with a tilt of his head, not thinking to add his title. The maned man was far too humble for that. He was curious though, she was on the younger end of the spectrum and a loner. "Are you from around here?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head. She held characteristics of a few families he knew of, though he couldn't say she fit into any of them.

"Indigo"