Raven's Watch Dawnthief

Nothing about his stature intentionally commanded her submission as never did he ask for such a thing in neutral territories, but nonetheless it was given. The small flaxen she-wolf rolled to partially expose her stomach, taught and rumbling with hunger as it were. His expression softened and his head canted to the left as he regarded her quietly with a small smile rising up at the edges of his mouth. Still his tail swayed, gentle and slow.

"No need of that," he said as he lowered himself into a sit. "I was just wondering who the new scent belonged to."

Delicately, he appraised her from where he sat. She did not smell of sickness but certainly looked in need of a bit of a meal and perhaps some shelter from the cruel play of winter.

"I'm Tagg," he introduced himself.