Within minutes the male would realize that what he saw was indeed not just his mind playing tricks on him, something was out there. Remaining where he stood, Fermin would watch carefully as the figure made its way down a dune, kicking up sand, closing the distance. Once closer his eyes would roam the wolf's body, determining that it was female, and a large one at that who had a dirty coat. Her gaze would give an empty feeling, ice blue burning into flames of orange. Speaking a short word sounded like trouble.
Fermin would clear his throat, taking a step to the side, not leaving the woman's gaze. "Hello... are you lost?" He would ask curiously, masking the fact that he himself was especially lost to the point where he was considering just giving up for a bit and resting.
