At the top of the hill it seemed the silence continued to reign for a few short moments. The soft crunch of the grass was barely audible, yet it sounded enough to capture Iorwerth's attention, ears twisting to listen a signal that he had indeed heard the sound. His head followed suit, slowly turning to look over his shoulder "Hello stranger." At that, his entire position changed to face the smaller male, his olive coloured eyes resting upon the other.
His immediate thought was more concern really than anything else, he had kept fairly aware on his walk, though perhaps that quiet had led him into a false sense of security and he had failed to notice this wolf until he stopped. Of course the wind wasn't in Iorwerth's favour either to catch the scent of the lighter wolf and yet he still wasn't happy with this turn of events. Perhaps he was simply a little sour that yet again someone had managed to sneak up on him, the last occasion had been Cirala.
Then the connection was formed in his mind, the scent probably would have given it away far earlier though this wolf wasn't your typical definition of stranger. Iorwerth could truthfully state he didn't know much about the other and it took him a moment to recall the name. "Howl." Came the curt greeting.
