Fritjof heard the voice from nearby, a little surprised someone was so close. Not that it was not a nice night to travel, just he had not seen signs of other wolves out and about that night. He scents the air, and catches a whiff of a female wolf, and turns to head towards her at a steady trot. She does not sound threatening, and his steps are sure and steady, rather than the hesitant pace of when he had first arrived within Moladion. When he comes around some trees and sees her lighter form, set against the bleak darkness of the forest.
He draws closer, slowing to a steady walk. "Hello. I was not aware anyone else was around to hear me, so sorry if I disturbed you." His voice is soft and cordial, polite. His tail wags softly. As he draws closer he is aware of her opal white eyes. "I'm Fritjof, from Taviora" though she could probably tell by his scent. He did not add his title, as it felt an unnecessary formality. May I ask your name? he inquires, as he comes to rest a few feet away from her, ears perked forward in interest, amber eyes resting on her face. |