Blackfoot Forest black stockings

Tiel'c was wrong; wolves were not savage or remorseless. This woman was spirited and joyful, but it struck Tadec as being queer in many ways. Her bows were quick enough to cause him to flinch, but she lifted herself so carefully that he could only imagine it was to not frighten him away. The studious expression on her face was remarkable, but he noted that it could only have looked similarly to his own. The strange woman surprising, yet the thief still could not trust her. The kindness in her heterochromatic gaze was not enough to allow his defenses to fall so easily.

The female beckoned for him; first, by moving closer and then by gesturing with a sweep of her muzzle for him to follow. Tadec did so with a few mindful steps. The dark of his pelt cast him in such a shadow that his sunset gaze drifted lazily toward her and then stopped with enough room to flee if he should need it. The coywolf regarded her with a wary expression, but she did not seem bothered by his prudent reactions. He waited for her to lead.