Qeya River but i am petrified

Sangilak continued onward, and as the other crouched she moved to investigate, taking this as the go-ahead to do what she would. So she loomed over him, her snout briefly intermingling with the furs near his rear haunch, keeping her own body diagonal and ever-prepared to lunge away should his stress reach its breaking point and he turn on her. Sangilak herself would snap at him in turn, but other than the passing thought she seemed at ease once her investigation began. No, this was not the wolf she sought. In her peripherals, another approached them at a decent pace. Sangilak grunted to alert the other of this in her simple way, her dull, glacial eyes remaining upon the other while her ear turned in the direction of the wolf she had discovered.

The others words were rich in sentiment, and sweet in a bitter way. Her eyes judiciously swept over the form of Lucani, and Sangilak licked her chops. Truly curious, she remained here. The others observations were true; but what would this stranger do? Would she offer him a place to stay? Food, from her homes cache? She herself did not speak, having not been legitimately regarded except for an obligatory, well-mannered 'good evening'; Sangilak herself disagreed. The evening was one just like any other, and she never understood the sentimentality of such a phrase.