There was a flicker of confusion in those molten eyes of his, and Devika couldn’t blame him. What was there to say when all you were met with was silence?

Still, she gave a small nod, confirming she was fine with his approach.

Her head tilted slightly in the opposite direction, icy gaze never leaving his face. Even in the darkness, she could see he was handsome, well put together, sturdy, carrying himself with a quiet confidence that was hard to ignore.

She lifted her nose, sifting through the scents that clung to him. There were others on his pelt, though not strongly. He was out here alone, then. Interesting. What business did a pack wolf have wandering so far from his people?

Her ears flickered, curiosity brightening the glint in her cold eyes. Once again, she lifted a paw, gesturing lightly, encouraging him to speak.

She wondered if they would be able to strike up a conversation, one-sided as it would be. He seemed patient enough, and she clung to that small hope, waiting quietly, ready to listen.