His words may be unintentionally harsh. Yojimbo simply spoke what he believed in. He spoke in the ways his people spoke, wolves so far from here now. His birth home had given him knowledge, ways of thinking that was to be spread. He had the desire to wander. The lust to learn more and see more of the world. He was taught, that those of his blood that wander and read the stars are meant to say the things they do. They are brought where they are for a purpose, even if unseen. The words and knowledge of their people run deep within their veins, and when he was urged to speak, it was because he was needed.

Of course, not everyone would agree with such sentiment. Yojimbo had met many on his travels before reaching Moladion. Some, wrote him off as a fool. Others, thought him to be wise. In reality, it did not matter. Hopefully, his world would make a difference in somebody's life. It does seem that his words have made some sort of impact on the woman before him. His blue eyes watched as her face seemed to fall into a state of despair. It can be hard sometimes, to hear something you don't want to hear. Yojimbo wished only to help, to give another way to look at life. Options to choose from. To let her know that there are other ways to think and perceive the world around them along with their very own lives. Some, get stuck in one perspective and forget that there are lenses to look through. Yojimbo did not wish to see her in such a state, though he knew she may need it.

The dark male found himself letting his muzzle gentle reach out towards her. He wished only to give a single touch of his own muzzle to hers. A sign of comfort if she wished it, though he did not wish to impose himself. They did indeed just met, but even stranger can be a comfort. He pulls back as she begins to speak, concern echoing in his seemingly endless light blue eyes.He gives a slight nod to her.

"We must all, be fighters, if we wish to live." he said softly. the subject was changed however, to that of the wolves living here. She seemed to perk up a little at the things the male mentioned, of packs and lives he interacted with. It is nice for him to see a light in her eyes once more, simply by hearing of ones she knew in the past. He listens as she explains her previous life here. The dark male allows a soft smile to come to his lips.

"There are many things here, that you may find familiar. You just have to listen for it." he said as she began to move from the water. He watches and sees the motioning of her body, beckoning him to follow. he pursues, existing the water onto the bank. He shakes off the excess water on his paws before looking back towards her. He doesn't know what to expect really. He had come upon her in the water, and only wished to understand. She seemed so content to simply feel the water, and he was glad to have another thing to do in his free time. She speaks again, and the male of a dark brown and black listens intently to her every word. He smiles again, a bit wider this time. Yojimbo was not a wolf to smile often. It was not a look that often graced his features, but she had already caused it to sneak on his muzzle a few times.

"Honored, I am, to have met you, Niviaq. For today, I have learned to listen only to the waters. For this, I must thank you. If you wish to hunt, than we may hunt together. Let us go, to quell our hunger." he said a bit more firmly, his blue eyes wandering away from her and onto the horizon as they often did. His nares reach out into the air, attempting to grasp any scent of prey that might be in the area. Together, they would bond through hunting, as many have done throughout the history of wolves. A truly ancient tradition of solidarity, and of friendship. He hoped on this day, he had made a new friend.