Timber paused as his vision picked up the silhouette of another wolf. The frame of the wolf was vastly smaller to Timber's, and as the figure approached, it was clear to the brute that it was one of the females he had scented from the previous night. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent, the pads of his paws gripping the ground below him as the wolf approached, almost fearlessly. Timber felt himself slowly relaxing as the scent of the wolf hinted no aggression, his taunt muscles twitching under the fine fur that made him appear larger than reality. He was proud as any wolf could be, and the scars that ran deep along his muzzle and flanks told the tales of the many battles he had played part in - however he was grateful to avoid unnecessary altercations whenever he could. He raised his muzzle in neutral respect to the wolf and threw his voice to the wind.<br/><br/>"I'm known to some as Timber. I protect these parts with my head held high and my stride strong, as so, I find it in my best interest to investigate your sudden appearance into my territory." Timber took a long stride forward as he remembered the bitter arguments that had occurred between two wolves previous night. Lifting his head to the wind, Timber realized one of the wolves was gone now, out of range of being scented. "You are welcome to stay here if you need refuge, but first, please tell me the story that brought you here." He added cautiously.