Like a puppet on strings

Standing in silent observation of the wolf who wore a coat of royal purple, Sirus was at first unsure of how to make her aquaintence. It was obvious that she'd noticed him, having seen her ears swivel in his direction. Being that he was on foreign soil, though, he knew better than to assume that a fellow wolf would be friendly. For all he knew he could've been tresspassing on claimed territory.

Carefully watching as she approached, he blinked through beads of water that fell in rivulets down his alabaster pelt. Her warm smile diffused the tension a bit, but not fully. Lifting his head and righting his posture so as to stand at his full height, he responded to her first question only after a moment of silence passed between them. "A bit," he stated, sounding very matter-of-fact. By the look of uncertainty etched on his face, it was obvious that he was leery of strangers, regardless of how friendly they seemed. This wolf was no exception.

"It is..." he agreed with her comment about the landscape being impeccably beautiful. Somewhat mesmerized by the aqua blue and jade green eyes staring back at him, it took him a moment to realize that she'd also asked his name. "My name is Sirus," he stated simply, finding it oddly difficult to look away from her bewitching eyes. Glancing to his left and then to his right, he scanned the perimitere just to ensure that they were in fact alone and that he'd not soon be ambushed by any who might have accompanied her. "Is this your turf? Do you live here?" he asked curiously, his gaze eventually returning to her just to be entranced by her munti-colored eyes all over again.