He was almost taken aback by her reaction to his approach. Normally, such a look was accompanied by words, but they didn't come. Of course, it wasn't enough to make Arturio walk away. Something deep in his soul said to make this work, as long as she was comfortable. He watched her intently, trying to gauge what he could in her silence. The snowy pelted male knew she wasn't deaf by her reaction to him speaking. His emerald gaze drifted back to the gathering, wondering what, or rather who, the dark coated female had been watching.

He tilted his head curiously, easing down to his haunches. Art couldn't be mad at the situation. He could have just kept going and ignoring the gathering. The gods saw fit to do differently. The white wolf never intended to be bound to anyone ever again, and here he was, drawn to a complete stranger who wouldn't speak... His green eyes lit up suddenly. Not wouldn't... Couldn't. That was the only explanation he could think of, because nothing in her posture now was hostile or completely unreceptive. "You're mute, aren't you?" he said it as much as asked. It made him think of his own family. His brother was deaf, so this didn't bother him. Art just needed to be sure, as it would help him interact better with this female who was fated to be in his life.