Sunbeam Lair forktail

as he suspected, stigmata was not alone. his lusterless gaze took in his company as she called him; his eyes fixing her with the dark, wizened stare of a wolf who had seen and done many things. he took her cordiality at face value -- though it tempered his reaction to her presence -- and since he was smart enough not to lounge in front of strangers, the male got heavily to his feet. he appeared a touch haggard, but beneath the hunter's weary facade was a warhound bladed and prepared.

still, the basilisk was ever discontent with his loneliness; it was easier to only have himself to worry about in a moment's stretch, but in the end of things solitude always left him bored and restless more than anything. stigmata  fell into a gargoyle-like stillness -- uninviting to some: with his head bowed beneath tall, arcing shoulders and a dominant aura permeating the air around him even despite his drooping stance. acknowledging her own bid for attention, he beckoned the earthy she-wolf forward with a soft, inviting twitch of his tail.