for every high there is a low

"Winter, a grand time of year. But not as grand as the end of winter when spring returns and life comes back to us all. New life, new chances...new judgement." Pharos said to himself with a whimsical smile as he walked along a row of trees looking for any new leaves. So far he found noting but branches at least no green. Sighing he moved on looking for something to do, someone to talk to, someone to judge. "Hum?" He turned his head as he caught scent of someone nearby. Looking around he saw white though the trees. "Ah, another wolf, good at least there is some life here." He thought walking over he peaked though the trees to see a white wolf shift in position, no doubt knowing he was there. "Dear Gods, I think I see an angel before me, one with such pure fur."

He said as he walked towards the woman. His posture was relaxed, his tail was pointing down, his head was even with his body and his ears weren't too high or too low. "Did I alarm you Miss? I am rather sorry, I tend to try to be friendly..........so long as those around me are kind that is." He smiled seemingly harmless, even if he was more than willing to judge another at any time and he couldn't judge if he didn't get to know the person.