The silence that wrapped around the Young Hellion was deafening. It was like a hand that pressed down upon the woods; blocking out any sound from escaping, or entering. His first reaction was suspicion, but as time went on he became more relaxed. He was always aware of his surroundings, that skill was needed to be able to work his way through tricky situations. But from the silence he could tell that nothing would be able to sneak up on him. Any sound would immediately be heard from miles away, which would alert him to its presence, be it predator, prey, or wolf.

Bright, calculating amber eyes scanned the forest, searching for anything that may be unusual or suspicious-looking. Chatters from up above sounded almost distant, but they were audible. Chattering’s from chipmunks and other creatures, squawks from birds and many other sounds that his dark ears couldn’t quite decipher.

Under the canopy of leaves upon the branches it was cold, dark and damp. Slight amounts of light filtered through the leaves and beamed down upon the ground, where it would have to battle with the ghostly blue fog that swirled on the ground, carpeting it with a ghostly glow, to be seen. Large paws padded through the fog –which swirled around his legs and licked at the underside of his creamy brown belly- towards an unknown destination. The Young Hellion often wandered around, searching for new wolves to meet, to play his tricks on, and just to have fun. Plain and simple.

The sound of a chipmunk chattering close by caused the Young Hellion to prick his ears for a moment, before he dismissed the sound. It was probably just wandering around, like himself, or gathering nuts for the winter. Mentally shrugging, he blew hot air from his mouth into the cool air before walking onwards, unintentionally towards where the chipmunk was, and a strange wolf.

The sound of jaws snapping shut and large paws pounding on the earth alerted Anouke, and he picked up his dark head, ears twitching and eyes scanning the area. A white figure was standing close by, its figure hidden slightly by the trees. Curious, the Young Hellion stalked forwards, all of his senses directed on the pale, ghostly figure. He had heard rumors that spectral forms lived in the woods, but never thought that they were true. Although, on closer inspection, the ghostly figure was indeed a wolf, with its head pointed up, muzzle aiming into the branches of a tree.

A few moments went by silently until something from one of the branches flew out and hit the wolf’s muzzle with a clear, soft clunk. The corners of his lips twitched up into a smirk as his chest rumbled slightly, the ghostly figure sure hadn’t seen that coming. Staring intently with bright amber eyes, Anouke studied the wolf, while wondering why he was in the strange, mystical woods.

Cloaked in a ghostly, creamy ivory, the male’s pelt was pure, save the marring of small hairs of cinnamon and ebony, which created a prominent saddle upon his spine. The wolf was rather tall like him, but had a more streamlined build than just pure bulk. Once he had finished looking of the ghostly pale male, Anouke strode forward, a slight smirk on his face while he made sure his posture was neutral, for he wanted to know more about the male before getting into the action.

Cocking his head slightly to the left, the tip of his brown tail twitched to the side as he lifted up his right leg –which was all white- and flexed it calmly. Whenever he met a new wolf, he always did that, but why, he didn’t know. “Look at us here, trying to catch a morsel to nibble on?” His voice was deep and soft, yet also full of volume, like a bass guitar. The Young Hellion would attempt to find out valuable knowledge that he could use against the ghostly male. Not necessarily for a fight, but just to have fun.

Oh, he would enjoy this interaction.