Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

Grumble whine bark, went the red-haired wolf. Farstep's face shows no sign of comprehension, though he understands the other wolf's body language well enough. The tilt of Roofox's head and the choppy wave of his tail dissuade any fears the drifter has about potential aggression. Now it's only rigid curiosity that keeps him rooted in place, enduring the slam of wind against his solid frame. Roofox's eyes are on him, expectant, but all Farstep offers him is a gruff noise from deep in his throat and a gentle swipe of his own tail through the wind that assaults them.

Then he's moving again, heading in the same direction he'd been going prior to Roofox's interruption. He presses back his ears and lowers his tail, silently inviting the other wolf along with him. He's not much for company, but if Roofox doesn't mind a wordless gargoyle for a companion, then Farstep will show no aggression. His only focus now is getting out of the wind, and then maybe he would take the time to inspect Roofox and learn his story through the scents on his coat.

But first, shelter.