Bearclaw Valley re:stacks

Set two days after his thread with Indra.

The thief trekked as close as he comfortably could to the edges of the pack. He had met three from their horde and the red girl had struck him with a foolish charm. The long-legged coywolf was not pleased that she was pure-blooded, but her peculiarities were moderately enchanting, and he thought her to be pleasant in her own right. To learn more, he believed that he was intended to visit them in their home and collect each imperfection that he could from the lot. Tadec had sneaking suspicions that there would be many – that they were all imperfect in their own unique ways. He would be full of them before he was through.
 
Drawing his narrow muzzle toward the skies, the fiendish little hound parted his jaws and yipped against the evening air. A cool breeze ruffled through the reddish hairs of his pelt and Tadec shuddered at the touch. The embers of his gaze peered into their claim and willed a familiar face to approach him. He would have enjoyed seeing Indra again, though she had not been gone long. The thief then sat patiently and curled his tail neatly at his paws.