Sunset Valley her hands know violence but there is a different dream in her heart

just having him scuttle around the area for now... i'll probably post off and on

For a moment, the skeletal little coywolf found his ears swiveling to meet the conversation that was taking place between the dark alpha and the stranger they had happened upon. His brows were narrowed over sharp yellow eyes as Glu peered savagely at them, interest ever present on his face. It seemed that the Heda was either attempting a go at small talk, or she was interested in something about the grotto wolf. He decided he would search for his herbs closer to their bodies in hopes of eavesdropping on their bits of conversation. As was typical – or seemed to be – for the cream-hued guardian, Dio had not spoken much at all. He remained a stoic statue, watching over the inky leader with a strange intensity. Gluska could not deny that the wolf was diligent in his task.
 
With a small smirk, the coywolf darted into the rattling branches of the brush at the base of two very large trees. His eyes scoured the floor of the wood in hopes of seeking out the leaf of the birch or lavender – if he found himself lucky enough. It was not altogether likely that he would come across the soothing plant, but if the green was slowly returning to their lands, he would be quick to find it.