Time to hide or time to run?

The heavy silence here felt impermeable. Though it was occasionally broken by the trickling of the river, carrying water in from the ocean, it seemed as serene as a land could ever be. Not lifeless, but still. A slight smile was worn upon the massive brute's lips as he walked, each step taken with careful precision as he moved - with surprising grace for a man of his stature. The day was crisp, and he noted that the season seemed to be shifting, the air growing cooler and the foliage beginning to grow dull as the world began its preparations for winter. A slow yawn left his lips as his jaws parted widely, his tail flicking contentedly behind him.

Despite the calm day, he felt a bit restless. With the changing weather, he was met with a newfound restlessness. He wondered where his family might be now; certainly preparing for their yearly trek further north. Only a touch of sadness would reach his heart at the thought of missing out. If he wanted to find them someday, he knew he could; but today was not that day.

Only when he caught sight of a stranger, lingering near the river just as he was, did his demeanor brighten considerably. A cheeky smile would be offered from a great distance as the tusked wolf loped forward, his tail swaying and his posture dipping into something less dominant. "Afternoon, miss!" he'd call out a bit jubilantly, wanting to close the distance between them.