As Sitjariaq indulged himself in the cooling water, he could feel the presence of the young woman standing near him. Feel her breath on his fur as she took in his scents. A foreboding sense of alarm ran over him in that moment, realizing how vulnerable he was to a wolf that was much older and wiser. And from the looks of it, more feral. As soon as he moved again, making some space, she slunk back into the shadows.

Her ice toned gaze staring out at him from the depths of her shadowy sanctuary. Still he said nothing, much like he had done with every other wolf he had met thus far. Words were not needed in his case, nor did he find it comfortable to speak. So when his black tipped ears caught the sound of her growling stomach, Sitjariaq motioned for her to follow him. Food was certainly close by.