Her shrill cry causes Sleekwing’s head to lift alertly, though the sound was quickly drowned out by her splashing haste to get back on dry land. A few rapid blinks follow, with the male’s lips falling into a slight ‘o’ of surprise. He had hardly meant to set her so on edge, and immediately felt bad about it. Perhaps he should have just minded his own business and left the lady to her drink. But then a shy smile creases her features and Sleekwing’s brows rise slightly. Her body assumes a position of a timid nature, and her words are spoken politely.

A single step forward is taken, though he pauses then, unsure if he should approach further and risk frightening her again. “Pardon me; I did not mean to startle you so.” She lifts her gaze to his then, and for a moment he studies those nervous mismatched orbs. But she seemed good natured about the whole ordeal. It was only when she introduced herself, gave her name and the reason for her anxiety, that Sleekwing felt it was appropriate to approach her further.

Once more he steps forward, five strides closing the distance between them. He leaves a courteous gap between them of a couple feet, and at that point lowered his hindquarters to the earth to perhaps appear less, well, frightening to her. “Well then, Kiyomi, let me be the first to welcome you to the lands of Moladion. I am Sleekwing.” His voice is a strong baritone, though he speaks gently to her, his words smoothed over in an attempt to quell her prior anxiety.

Out of nature he is concerned for the words she had spoken previously. ‘Abusing paws and bruising jaws.’ Sleekwing could not stand by for a female being hurt, or any wolf for that matter if it was not definitively justified. His eyes quickly roamed over her, looking for any fresh wounds or injuries that might ail her. If she was hurt he would insist she return to Spirane with him to see their healer, Niviaq. But from what he could see of her she didn’t look to be anything other than ravishingly thirsty. After quickly checking her over, his eyes returned back to her dual toned orbs. His ears were pricked forward with interest, wondering who or what ghost had chased her here, but being too chivalrous to ask.