He comes from her side, she almost misses his approach entirely. In her mind, an intruder like herself would have been met head on by the pack leader, or perhaps one of their warriors would come to bring her to him. That being thought, she never really had encountered a pack, nor did she ever bother to get close to any organised group of animals. After leaving the kingdom of here birthplace, she had sought out the life of a loner with the fair intention of it staying that way.

The wolf is dark, unlike herself, if it were dark she might have missed him if not for the vibrant eyes he wore. They were as unnatural a color as she had ever seen, and she finds her gaze lingering on them slightly longer than it does the rest of his body, as she carelessly allows herself to assess him. She is only marginally taller than he, yet her bones lacked the meat his did. He is not an ugly creature, despite how his coat lacked the vibrancy hers had, but she finds her eyes stray away from him easily. His own colored orbs gave her discomfort.

"And you are not wrong." Judith replies, in a light and sweet voice that dripped with honey. Honey that, once one tasted, created an addiction. A sweetness that used manipulation and blackmail to fulfill her desires. "Though I did not mean to venture into this place, the smell of the beach intrigues me. May we, while we speak?" She inquires, standing and stepping towards the smell of the coast, pausing to look at the wolf and wait for his response.