Raven's Watch Dawnthief

She seemed a trouble sort, but the black wolf could not put a paw on what he sensed exactly; her fleeting and her earlier manner of rolling over to him spoke of a wolf with much unease. But, in the next moment, she seemed to open up and relax, if only a bit, and his smile broadened in response to the subtle lifting of her expression.

"They are kind of prickly," he quipped with a chuff at his own bad joke. "Tasty though, if you know the trick to hunting them." To her question, he quirked a brow, and one corner of his mouth pulled upward further than the other into a roguish look. "Have I given you a reason to be worried?"

He did not offer her a chance to respond before shifting the topic. "I have space in my pack for a couple more wolves who can make themselves useful. I'll give you a good meal and a few days rest before I expect you to shift your paws and contribute. Interested?"