STAR-RIDDLED SKIES

He has taken to exploring closer to pack-lands, not particularly worried of trespassing. He is perhaps the biggest creature most of these wolves will seen, judging by the few wolves he's encountered. He saunters through the woods, his giant form moving with an eerie grace, and he pauses as a familiar scent reaches him. The little imp. Curiosity draws him through the inky shadows and towards her. Molten gaze picks out her angelic coat in the darkening sky, and he approaches with little care for startling her. "Out exploring alone, little imp?" He inquires, his voice is a deep baritone rumble. He halts a few feet from her, his eyes lingering on her with an almost bored expression. His tail moves lazily behind him, not in an excited motion- but rather a relaxed sweeping motion before he lies still in the air.