Train wreck; collision and conclusion

Neither wolf found the need for a greeting, simply seeing the other was enough to make them comfortable in the other's presence. Motif knew that he'd brought the meal for her, and from the look in her eye he knew she would appreciate it. Not to mention the growl of her stomach. He'd smile eagerly as she motioned him over, he didn't have much of an appetite at the moment but he would not deny the enjoyment of sharing the meal with her. As he drew more near the perfume of her season would take him, he'd been trying to ignore that part of her for most of the season.

He would waste no time in helping her devour the meal, he still had to figure out why she'd called him here in the first place. With blood coating his maw the bone-decorated brute would find himself impatient. "You called me here," there was no question, but he was obviously curious about her motives for summoning him to her side. Not that he would ever deny her that no matter her reasons.