Gilded Bay a place in the sun

tachyon craned his head back, following goldhawk's gaze towards the cheerless clouds overhead. like them, a certain listless gloom seeped tachyon's countenance. it was cold -- and as the warm-colored wolf reminded him starkly of the bitter winds he felt a wry shiver wrack his spine. he sniffed the air judiciously, finding no trace of the pale wolf (wednesday) or her counterpart (gristle) on the man's hide. all the same, his suspicions were not entirely assayed. the wolf could just as easily be an ally -- an informer -- and he regarded him with carefully placed doubt. "you live around here?" tachyon was not one to dawdle from hitting his mark -- the sooner he cleared up what this wolf's business was in the bay the sooner he'd feel comfortable around the wolf. "specifically, did you have anything to do with the raid on donnelaith?" he leveled his gaze on the cheery fellow, giving him the hairiest eyeball he would ever receive as he awaited an answer.