Ruby tinted optics watched careful as this silent stranger approached. Not a howl to share, nor even an utter of a faint whisper. Completely silent in her approached. Yet Creed felt at ease, confident in the strength he had to protect himself, upon the calm, curious demeanor held by the painted she-wolf.

Once the slender framed female sat before him, offering him a nod in greeting and acknowledgment. Which confused him further. Why wasn’t she speaking? Did she perhaps not wish to? No..if that were the case, she wouldn’t have bother approaching. Perhaps she was simply unable? That would explain the lack of the returned howl. For now he’d hold off on the questioning, but would speak to her as if he was aware of her situation. He wasn’t so blind as to try and force words from her.

Greetings.Was all his deep, cold voice has to say ar first, before that muzzle of his parted to utter more words. Names Creed, I do sincerely hope I’m not encroaching upon your home miss?He introduced himself, ending in more of a question as he titled his head.

Devika