Bearclaw Valley re:stacks

sweet sweet!

The female was silent – as he had recalled her being on their first meeting – and she regarded him with an immovable set of features on her face. The halfling wondered if she was not of their leadership, or if she truly was more dog than wolf and had no understanding of the nature of wild things. A little taken aback by her stiffness and neutral state, he shuffled his feet and cast his gaze to the snow beyond where they were. Even his beast of a father would have found the submission to be adequate, but Tadec was not capable of inquiring to her what she thought wrong in him.
 
The woman lifted her head and called. He pulled his ears forward and glanced back toward her before peering away skittishly. A brush of the wind tugged at the coal coloring in his fur and sent shivers along his back and spine. Tadec assumed that she would be calling for Indra, or he would not have wished to delay his search by wasting so much time with the silent, stoic wolfdog. While holding his polite posture, the rawboned thing kept his head turned away from her and his body low.