Moonspear heaven's door

Out of thin air would have been accurate if Jura was a wizard. But he wasn't. He was just quiet. Probably better suited to being a big, predatory cat than a wolf. In any case, when the dark stranger turned her attention on him he ducked his head, offered her a loose-lipped grin and flattened ears. Anyone, even the lowest wolves under Charon, were greater than him in the hierarchy and so he knew to submit accordingly. But this one rang familiar in an offhanded way; she'd been mentioned before and he'd done well to remember it.

In answer to her question,  he nodded. It was clear she was a bit suspicious of him and suspect of his presence here; any wolf would be. He looked away from her eyes as they swept over him, and bent his elbows just a touch to lower his height and come off as completely subservient. "I'm Jura." He replies, voice rough with disuse but warm like a sun-kissed cider.