Bearclaw Valley re:stacks

The first remark the fell from the pale wolf’s mouth caused the thief to frown and turned to look at him with a surprised expression. If Tadec had not been attempting to join the male’s pack, he would have made a cold remark about exactly what kind of a wolf would mate with a coyote. Instead, he held his tongue and gritted his fangs together to turn his dark lips into a thin line. The halfling hoped that the red-eyed wolf would change the subject and request a different kind of information from him. As it happened, he focused his attention on the new inquiries and nodded his head.
 
“Indra… friend,” he said softly, lowering his head some and looking to the left. “Tadec fast, sneaky, good thief,” he then bolstered his own abilities with a sure nod. Of course, he was not certain that doltish wolves would find this to be an ideal set of traits. Some part of him hoped that the red woman would appear and would save him from the conversation he was presently having, but she did not seem to be anywhere in sight.