“Oh? I’ve been whispering, have I?”

Savhir was, indeed, fairly skilled when it came to voiced altercations; he could charm his way out of a situation when brute force wasn’t the brightest of options, speak sense into his most wicked of plans so that even those of a more righteous path would think it to be the right way. But, headily agreeing with Ulfhildr in this particular situation, there could be only so many words before one would grow bored - and boredom was dangerous, for who knew what any decent wolf might do when their minds have wandered? It seemed now was the time for action, anyways, and yes - action being most preferred - the moment the pelted she-wolf was on her paws, Savhir was not far behind. Not wanting to seem particularly overjoyed or enthused, as he really wasn’t too keen on being the follower, he gave a good stretch of his hind legs and shook himself over before making moves to follow the swift body before him… not taking too horribly long, just long enough to measure Ulfhildr’s strides and compare them to how she had been without the skin. Pity to the fool who thought she was a doddering old ninny, he thought, though he definitely noticed a difference in her overall speed.

She was still moving quite fast, however, and taking in a breath he leapt into a spirited jog; a deep grumble was beginning in his chest, a bass of a growl rising to his lips in response to her commands, as with a snort he lowered his head. “I suppose next you’ll say I’m lagging behind, then?” he boomed, kicking into a long-legged lope that ate up just as much ground as Ulfhildr’s swinging pace. “And why feel the need to speak so low, if you complain on my mumblings? Action is nice, yes, but so are your sweet, soulful speeches!”

Coming up with paws pounding the loamy ground Savhir found a decent place near Ulfhildr’s shoulder, a comfortable space between them should either feel the need to reach out and snap; he found her pace, matched it, and with a thrumming sigh felt the last of his boredom flee. A pack of warriors? A wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing? Just what was he allowing himself be led into? Ah, but Savhir didn’t mind the prospects for his future, and flashing Ulfhildr a wink of his own he readied himself for whatever might come.