The silence, for some, was deafening -- but for Typhon, he craved such absence of sound, such calm serenity that lulled him into a gentle false sense of security in a world filled with so much chaos. Too much sound was overwhelming and upsetting, and so he appreciated the quiet of the peaceful lake. Though the swore even the gentle snowfall had a sound, it was one that was pleasant to his ears. Slowly he would creep forth, head slowly swinging as he took in the girl's scent, so foreign to him.
The wolf's voice was sweet and he would unconsciously slip closer to it. Females were always safer to approach than males, at least in his experience. "Hi." His voice was detached, but nonthreatening. Was she seeking company, he wondered? Though her voice was kind and made him wish to talk to her, even if only for a moment, he knew that things could change quickly. And so he would remain guarded as he took a few more steps closer. By now it was obvious something was wrong with his gaze; the way his eyes rolled uselessly in their sockets was not at all normal. His eyes fixated on nothing in particular, something entirely out of his control. Slowly his head would tilt toward her, one ear perked a bit taller than the other, wondering if she might initiate conversation, or if she wanted to be left alone. "It seems winter is upon us," he would mention conversationally, his vocals rough and hoarse from being unused for so long, but was slightly more friendly than his initial greeting.
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