Bearclaw Valley djinn

stigmata twitched a dusky ear to herald his awareness of the other's approach. he slipped like silk into a steeled posture, stilling himself mid-step until a cunning swathe of russet had entered his peripheral. with a stiff turn of his long nose, the dark wolf set a charged silver eye upon indra -- the alert. the omnipotent. almost nothing occurred here without a sliver of her tucked in somewhere, and much to his lingering chagrin, she served both as   door and key in this one astounding conundrum he had found himself in.

he tucked his chin and dropped his gaze.

"putting an eye on the herds today," he replied without verbal cue. "see who is weak and how many are young -- start keeping stock for the snows and keep their traveling eastward," he seemed like he could have listed a thousand reasons why he thought this task was necessary, but he stopped short so that he might cant his head at the autumn naiad. "did you need something?"