If I ruled the world

A fellow giant in a land simply brimming with small wolves; it was admittedly a pleasant sight. His own tribe had always been on the larger size, perhaps hardened from the harsh winters, or blessed with the strength of Horagalles. He couldn't help but hope this man was a kindred spirit, despite knowing nothing about it and certainly not knowing a thing about his intentions.

His posture was relaxed, though with the slightest hint of wariness. He was only as on edge as was necessary around a stranger, and no more. And as the male before him spoke, he noted a warmth to his voice that was undeniable. His own gait would relax as he took a few steps closer, grinning as he once again bowed his head to the earth in a display of his peaceful intentions.  "And even more of a pleasure to meet you, Valentine," he would croon back with a lopsided grin.

His own ears would swivel at Valentine's question. What brought him here. It was a much better inquiry than asking about his tusks, and pleasure would shine plainly on his face, his tail beginning to flick behind him lazily.  "I don't know, to be honest,"  he began with a slow shrug of his wide shoulders.  "I go wherever my paws take me. Today, I happened upon this place. But what about you, Valentine? You do not strike me as a wanderer." His scent told the story before he had to - he was a pack wolf, there was no denying it.