Ankyra Sound he plays that choctaw bingo

He talked funny, kinda like that injured wolf that had shown up at their borders a while back. Sequoia recalled Helix and Dio being there, but the two strangers had not been allowed to join them. This wasn't a joiner, and he wasn't injured. Her brain, doing that thing it did, associated him with a dark burgundy. It wasn't unlike the coloration of his fur, which was rare in Sequoia's experience. Usually wolves did not smell like any color that they actually had on them.

His voice was loud, but it didn't scare Sequoia away. Instead, she felt her cheeks grow hot beneath her white fur when he complimented her.

"I'm Sequoia," she replied, giving little weight to the value of her name. "What's your name, mister?"