There is still nothing but silence in the air. It permeates through everything, and not even the wind stirs. He could hear his own breathing. It was a sound that seemed to take over his ears. Something he is normally not so aware of, but on this night it seemed so loud.

The stranger’s nod seemed to be a gesture of approval. He takes in a breath, a bit deeper than before, before lifting large dark paws to get a more appropriate distance. He was only maybe 5-6 feet away before he stopped, dipping his dark muzzle before settling down onto his own haunches. Her movements encourage his voice.

“This one is fur-named Duskbreaker, named when dusk broke the day. Might this one know what name the stars gifted you?” he asked gently, his own molten eyes looking to hers- a color so opposite of his own. Hers was a color more often seen by his own pack, although his own color was not unheard of either. Her eyes caught the light of night, and they seemed to sparkle a bit. He was able to take in her form and coloration. Hers was a form more unseen amongst his homeland, and he felt almost dazzled by her fur. He dare not stare though, and quickly ensures his eyes lock with hers.

He so desperately wanted to succeed in his mission, to not disappoint. The stranger before him though, he had a feeling she was not going to reply…not with her voice anyway, and he hoped it was not due to any misdeeds of his approach.