The voice that finds him is oh so very meek and tender. Molten gold irises turn to the beholder, looking her up and down in the process. The voice matched the stature, and though it could have been that she was strong and proud and impressive- she was not. But, she spoke up, apporached him- even though her entire body language and expressions screamed of her terror. He wondered what might have her such a state of horror, and he could have very well just asked her- but that wasn't very much like Emry at all. Instead, the silence stretches out between them as he stares, before it was he made his move.

It is not sudden, but it is fluid; the way he turns to her and stalks forward, his massively large skull low to the snow as he moved. Unlike her and usually most males, his own voice is not gruff so much as it is deep and flowing, something perhaps a child would find soothing but hardly a stranger. "And what might the fates have brought me today, mmmn?" He did not stop his movements, and instead, continued on in a full circle around her. Like a predator stalking it's prey, Emry had a knack for pushing buttons and gaining reactions. It was the best way to learn about others, for in the heat of the moment, that was when souls showed their true colours. And he wondered what might this girls tiny little soul be like. As small and minute as her frame and her voice, or would it be the opposite?

With time ticking by, he never takes his observations off of her, even when he completes his full circle and winds up around at her front. There, his large paws come to rest two feet away, his larger frame more than a little close. There were some that did not appreciate such closeness, but, then again, Emry wasn't a particular wolf to care much about their wants and needs. He lived, he thrived for himself, and none other. Except for perhaps his little Suzy, but this wolf did not need to know that, as none other did. Instead, this wolf only had to know where her fate might lie, and that would depend on her actions and words this day. Would she cower even more so, would she lash out in fear- or would she turn tail all together and leave him in the dust? Only time could tell, and with a subtle swaying of his black and silver infused tail, Emry awaited that ultimate outcome.