ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Re: Woods: Holly and Rafe
Not surprisingly, Rafe heard the other guy coming. Smelt him too. Still, even with those clues that he was about to get company (or at least have someone pass close to where he was crouched, still considering the situation at hand) he didn't look up or give any signs that he had detected that other person's approach until they called out. Rafe had learned for himself fairly early on that non-werewolves didn't take too kindly to being noticed or detected before it was normal for anyone to do so. Just because he could hear and smell and see people at a much greater distance than he had ever been able to as a human, that didn't mean he should let other people know. Ignorance really was bliss sometimes, or at the very least less unsettling.
So he didn't even so much as lift his head until that voice called out. He lifted his eyes first, and then his head, looking at the younger man and taking in the size of him and the way he carried himself, studying his body language with the swift attentiveness of the wolf. No immediate threat, but there was something about him that told both Rafe and the wolf that maybe this man wasn't to be underestimated either.
"Hey," Rafe said back, maintaining his position because rising from the crouch would convey the message that he felt he didn't have the right to be where he was and the wolf wasn't entertaining that idea for so much as a second. They had as much right to be there as anyone, this man included, and so they would stand their ground. Another added bonus of maintaining his position was that it gave him a few options if things did turn sour in some way. On the outside though he looked relaxed and comfortable, balanced easily on the balls of his feet with his arms lightly draped across his knees. A smudge of dirt was still visible across the fingertips of one hand.
When he had called back he had done so knowing full well that it was entirely possible that hey might not have been a greeting at all, but he knew from experience that going into any interaction with his hackles up, figuratively or otherwise, was never going to end well for anyone. It was best to take the calm and composed approach and wait to see what happened next. Maybe something, maybe nothing. Only one way to find out.