Neverwinter Forest Silent Night

The silent wanderer snapped at the angry mustelid, trying to latch a hold on the creature and drag it out where he could get a better hold on it. He never liked raccoons, or any of their kin. Their own cunning rivaled his too much for comfort. Hush retreated back as the angry creature lashes out at him again, its tiny claws connecting with his nose. The hybrid rubbed his nose, eyes glaring at the creature with vehemence, with the feeling mutual in the smaller creature.

His attention in the bandit-masked mustelid wavered as a laugh echoed from his side. The coywolfdog turned his head towards the culprit - a full-blooded wolf of wavering silver tones and eyes that surpassed his own in their paleness, though those chilly eyes were warmed by the amusement plastered on the small woman's face. She spoke then, asking if he needed help. Her accent was exotic - he had never heard the likes of it before and it was one of these times that he wished he could speak and ask her a question. But alas, all he could manage was a soft rattling bark as a confirmation to her question. Yes, his noise implied. He tried his best to mimic the sounds made by the simple word, but even then, his message would be clear. But to be sure, he nodded his head.