Morningside Cuesta where my pine trees met with your monsters

Sorry for the short post!

The mercenary was sat to one side of the gathered wolves with his posture straight and amber eyes cautiously peering around the Cuesta; there was determination within his eyes, determination to keep those around him safe. He'd been quietly observing the others as Grayday rested, keeping a watchful eye out as their companions went about their own business, be it playing or exploring the area. The brute knew that he'd failed in the past, but now, Sylvas wasn't prepared to let history repeat itself.

Ears twitched, swivelling round as Sylvas caught the sound of paw-falls in the grass, slowly the brown male turned his head and looked toward Grayday as he approached, gradually offering the silver man a polite dip of his head, along with a smile, ”Rest well?” He asked with slight wag of his tail, a friendly grin still present across his muzzle as he peered away to look over the Cuesta once more.