Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

Quiet's laughter subsided, the amusement growing cold as she calmed down. The little coywolfdog never thought there would be a wolf like him here in Blackfeather Woods. She had assumed that everyone here would be some kind of dark-hearted killer who worshipped this mysterious and malevolent god. She had assumed wrong. She should have given some benefit of the doubt.

Her tail wagging softly, the coywolfdog stepped forward and sniffed him, taking in his scent. She had no reason to know his name (she couldn't speak it after all), but his scent, voice and features were much more important. Quiet hoped that the wolf would realize this and not get surprised by the sudden intrusion of space.