Without much warning she began to approach further, the gentle pattering of her pawsteps bouncing off the cavern walls. His stern gaze would narrow, curious as to what her intentions were, only silently fearing for the worst. Though her voice was not cruel, it was not entirely kind either, and he found himself wondering what kind of individual she might be.
What did he want? "I wanted to be alone." He spoke matter-of-factly, his voice not necessarily cold but certainly not all that welcoming. "I like the darkness." And yet he found himself expectantly peering into the distance, searching for the source of the voice amidst the slight light that found its way down into the caverns.
When he finally caught a glimpse of her, he was dumbfounded. Her pelt was a strange array of colors. To his defense, most of the wolves back in Sawtooth -- before it had been taken and changed to Ludicael -- had been plain looking. Most of the pack had consisted of Destructions, as well as his own family, and they looked nothing like this girl.
She was beautiful, and he found himself admiring her for a long moment from the distance. Still he lurked in the shadows, unseen by her, assessing the situation silently. It didn't seem all that dangerous, though she was quite a bit older than him, and slowly he found himself slinking into a faint sliver of light that came from the ceiling above. "What did you expect to find here?"
