Though the air had chilled considerably since they first set out in early November, Jack was far from bothered by the chill. He'd prepared for the worst but he could hardly considered a cold, slightly snowy December anything but mild in comparison to what he expected. As he sat crouched in the snow waiting for a reply, he canted an ear back to where he left Fox, listening for the tell-tale crunch of snow that would indicate she decided to follow after all. But the hill was silent so he resigned himself to his brief wait in solitude.
And brief it was. A flash of movement between the trees caught his attention and he quickly recognized it as a Luperci; a wolf, and a large one at that. A flicker of nervous energy flashed like lightning through his nerves but he stamped it out as he pushed off his knees and rose to a standing position to greet the pack representative. As she padded closer, he soon realized that it was not a bundle slung across her shoulders, but an owl. An unfamiliar species, but the creature was unmistakably an owl. Surely it wasn't too unusual that she had a winged companion; he'd met a few travelers on the road who used them to hunt and even explained the nuances to their art when Fox pressed for more information.
The female was a whisper, rather, an imprint of autumn in every way. From the color of her fur, to the shining red of her mane that remained uncut and longer than he'd ever seen Fox dare to keep it. He was not close enough, nor brave enough, to chance a look at her eyes, but he appreciated the full spectrum of her appearance nonetheless. But Jackal was not a lustful man, merely a logical one; she was pretty and certainly earned more than one appreciative glance.
Jack took a few steps towards her, and lowered his ears and eyes out of respect and deference to her status before calling out, 'lo there, He greeted amiably before coming to a full stop when he was within a decent speaking distance. Sorry to disturb you and yours, but we didn't wish to alarm your pack by passing close by without so much as a word. He said before taking a moment to give her a quick appraisal, committing her appearance to memory, before extending an open hand to shake. Jackal Katruk. He added awkwardly, by way of introductions.
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