First Steps [Azzy]

Surprise stiffened the big wolf's body. He smelled not a spring field and cold wind, as he had moments before. The wind gusted now not from behind him, but up and towards him from a small valley below, and it carried the scents of meat and blood. It was heavy and thick and masking of all else and Razier found his mouth beginning to water. He heaved up to his paws and began treading carefully towards the scent, pausing every few feet to test the air once more. He thought it most likely to be a back kill as the smell of wolf had been heavy all over this land, but if they were hostile or if it turned out to be a bear or cougar he was in no mood for that sort of fight. So we he rounded a small rise and saw not a pack of wolves but instead a lone female he froze in surprise.

He blinked a few times, uncertain of how to proceed now. He decided to simply clear his throat, and did so hoping to grab her attention. After all, a startled wolf wasn't quite as likely to share their meat, were they? "Excuse me, Miss?" He said politely. Years had given experience in greeting new wolves, particularly those without a pack because often times they were packless for a reason. He was walking on egg shells, but he hadn't eaten for so long, the danger made no difference. So he waited, ready for her response, whatever it may be.