The sound of flesh being rendered from bone filled the cavern. If another wolf had come upon such a scene, things could very well have become a bit of a travesty to he who inhabited the cave. But Sleekwing was neither hungry, nor in a position to challenge the wolf before him. True enough the heather painted brute was smaller in stature, but even if that were not the case, he was not the type to infringe upon another’s homestead and then threaten them within it. No, Sleekwing simply kept his distance and observed.

When the stranger’s eyes lifted to meet his own, Sleekwing made no movement. He simply remained, allowing the other wolf to consider him. His posture made it plainly clear that he meant no harm here. Even as the calloused wolf’s hackles began to prickle in defense, Sleekwing remained as he was, quiet and studious. Faithful in wolfkind, his patience was rewarded. The spiky fur settled, melding back with the rest of the darker wolf’s fur. Still, the silence hung in the air between them, the faint reverberations of his greeting long faded. Finally the other wolf spoke, and the slight chafe of his vocal chords was not lost upon Sleekwing. He wondered then if it was perhaps from disuse, or something else entirely.

His eyebrows rose slightly in amusement at the other wolf’s words. “No; or not yet, at least. Simply exploring.” He offered as explanation for his presence. The corner of his maw lifted slightly in a cordial grin. “Name’s Sleekwing; of Spirane.” His gaze had been locked upon the other wolf’s, speaking respectfully, if not in a most friendly manner. Such was his nature. His eyes roamed now, wide pupils allowing him to view the entirety of the dwelling more easily. His parents had often used caves carved into the side of the mountain to den within, but never anything the likes of this. “So do you live here, then?” He asked, eyes still roving over the cave’s inner workings, noticing another channel that might lead further into the system of the grotto. A single audit remained trained upon the other wolf, however, not willing to entirely take his attention off of him, in case he might feel that Sleekwing had overstayed his welcome.