A bright joy glitters in the eyes of the young woman, one that stirs a wanting in his gut and causes a lick of his bloodied mug. She draws in closer, causing a happy rumble of his own in the back of his throat. Unlike her, he has not forgotten his hunger, but it is not for the caribou...

He remains planted in place, body growing rigid and erect as she inspects him and too does his nose trail her body, neck stretching to do so as she moves all around him. I was not alone - I was with you. He directs back with playful smirk, forgetting the warning to himself he had thought moments before.

Where is your band, are they near? He questions, though whatever smell of other wolves on her coat must have been faint, as none quite stood out savor the scent of himself now, of course.