Silence. The epitome of the word stood just beside the rotting tool shed in the form of a wolf. The shadow of the poorly crafted structure fell upon the figure, masking it almost completely. Were it not for the wolf's eyes, it would have been invisible. The two different colored orbs gleamed, reflecting the moonlight cast upon the terrain before them. Each had their own unique gaze. But put together created an unnerving glare, however unintentional, that could set any wolf on edge. If one was not clever, they could easily be mistaken as the eyes of two different animals.

Paw lifted, moving forward and pressing down, claws grasping at the grass and soil. The others followed suit, each creating their own time frame and beat. Melding the sounds together one could hear a faint rhythm of pawsteps, stalking it's way toward you, with no animal in sight to create it. Suddenly the muzzle of the wolf erupted into the light of the moon, teeth flashing in a grin. It seemed the darkness was retreating along the form of the animal, taking it's sweet time, teasing, to reveal the extent of the body. The eyes sparkled as they too came forward into the light, gaze seeming to stare through the male rather than at him.

The sleek feminine form of the wolf came into full view as she paused, allowing herself to be viewed. Her muscles were stiffened slightly, tail raised behind her to show her rank of alpha. Though she was displaying the fact that she was alpha, she did so with a natural flow that was anything but threatening. She did not intend to dominate this male, this was merely her stance. After but a few moments she opened her maw to speak. 'allo. The word was simple, yet nowhere near plain. She had a thick French accent, and it was clear even from this one measly word that it may be hard to understand her English because of said accent.

The first thing she noticed was a reluctance to part with the shadow, as if he was shy. Shy. Why be shy? If you at least presented the appearance of confidence, others would they themselves become shy, and thus grant you power over them. The wolf's eyes ranged over the male, sparkling with calculations. His voice was rough, unused. Much like a skill at anything should that activity not be performed for a lengthy period of time. This too, she did not understand. She could smell his familiar, a raven, even before her gaze passed over it. Here envy struck a chord within her. Long had she wanted a familiar. But she was of the few born without.

Noticing that he had dipped his head in somewhat a show of respect, she came to the realization that she was standing in a rather domineering position. Not that she cared. If he wanted to cower and hide in the shadows, let him. She was not here to assert authority. This meeting was by chance. Or perhaps he had followed her here, lurking in the darkness like some big wimp, hoping to get a chance at her. Typical of all males. It was spring, and she was in heat. But she would not bear pups this spring. She had already decided that pups would not come until her pack had been fully established and running smoothly.

Her pack. She had almost forgotten it. Given, she was the only member at the moment. Perhaps this male, however cowardly he displayed himself, would be interested. She had a feeling that by being so accustomed to shadow, he could be useful as a spy or assassin. Not that she would need those. The female grinned inwardly.

Having stood in silence, with nothing but the soft midnight breeze rustling through the leaves to provide ambiance, for a good while, she finally took to words. Opening her maw slightly, her mouth split into a sort of unusual grin. It was not pant, for her jaws seemed to freeze where she opened them, and did not move even as she spoke. A trick she intended to teach to every one of her pack members to use as an interrogation trick. To help intimidate someone should it be necessary. Indeed it was rather intimidating. I am Spectre, the alpha of the Revenant. Her voice came out a little clearer this time, as she took the time to remember how to enunciate the words correctly.

The wolf stared at his figure, tracing the outline for lack of something else to do. Her earth-tipped harks rotated slightly, one staying locked in his direction, the other swiveling to take in a sound in the forest. As her gaze came over his shoulders, she beheld his familiar again. Ravens were beautiful creatures. The only flaw in them was the fact that they were scavengers, not hunters. Though they possessed every tool needed to hunt. Again envy struck within her. She found her mind consumed with thoughts and visions of birds. Many different types of them, swirling through the air above her skull, crying out in a symphony of caws. She was almost entranced by their melody, finding herself staring at her one dream that would forever be just beyond her grasp. She would never have a familiar. Snapping back to reality, she kept her appearance normal. Just because her thoughts may have been turmoil, doesn't mean her body language must reflect that. In fact, it almost never did.

Likewise, Deki. Now her mind shifted tracks, seeming to lay it's own as it continued on it's barreling path. Who was he exactly? Why was he here? What talents did he possess other than a familiar? She didn't care. She honestly just did not give a rat's ass. But she had to make an exception here, because he was a possible candidate for her pack. She heaved a bitter sigh mentally. Why not just get it over and done with, then not return to the subject? That sounded just fine. So, Deki, if you do not mind my asking, what brought you here? Her tone was genuinely curious, and, after a moment of thought, she added something else. Fear not, this land does not belong to the Revenant. Yet. She concluded as a mental note. Her tail swished behind her once, muscles loosening and tightening so she could keep her balance.