Padding into the cave, Voron was mildly wary. She could only smell one wolf, but had heard stories of wolves that had ravaged the land; raping and killing at will. She figured she could probably take on one wolf if she had to, though she would much rather flee than fight. Violence had never been her forté; she was a healer at heart.
Approaching the shape on the cold stone floor, she became focused on his guitar. She had never played one, but her old pack sometimes had music at gatherings. She had sung for them... granted, she had been the only female pup of that season, but it had always made her feel so appreciated to have the whole pack hanging onto her voice as it weaved between the notes that odler wolves skillfully coaxed from their instruments. She didn't really know if she was that good or not; they might have just been humoring her. But she had loved singing. Her father was very supporting, finding a variety of songbooks and having the musician help her learn the different tunes. She missed those times; she was in a pack now, but it wasn't the same as having blood family all around you.
The ivory wolf sitting before her was supprisingly attractive. She loved the soft colour of his coat.
"Hi... Am I intruding?" she asked a bit nervously, unsure if he had come here searching for solitude. Against the darkness of the cave, Voron's shape appeared as nothing more than a dark shadow. She stood six feet tall, but had relativly small bones (though her thick pelt gave her a rather fluffy appearence). She had never been in a cave like this before, and was amazed and glad to have found it. The darkness and mystery of it fascinated her.