Wapun Meadow the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

Grayday twisted his head around at the sound of a woman's voice. The breeze had blown his scent to her, but had left the stranger unknown to the wayfaring family. Silver ears flickered uneasily at this, but - being a proud and narrow-minded male - Grayday saw no harm in a small, lone shewolf approaching his family.

"Hey," he returned, a bit uncertainly. Her ai had sounded somewhat like a greeting, or a hailing at least, but the rest of her words were a long string of nonsense to the male. Somewhere in there, perhaps, had been a name - but Grayday would be hard-pressed to guess where. And then, finally, she spoke words that he could understand in clear but slightly broken tongue. "Friend," he said decisively, deciding that, if those were his options, the choice was rather clear.

"I'm Grayday," he added, glancing toward his children to see how they were handling all this. Dawn looked somewhat apprehensive, but she shared Grayday's unrealistic belief that women were innately good and rarely dangerous unless provoked.