Kildeer Rest cloak and dagger

The dark-coated woman closed the distance in a few careful steps, and Glu watched her with a wary expression. He had known what famine would do to others; seemingly kind wolves would turn vile in an attempt to quell the hunger that ached in their guts. The inky woman did not seem to have ill intentions, however, and she demonstrated so by offering a sweet wag of her tassel and speaking to him in words that would calm the ruffled fur along his neck and spine. The coywolf bobbed his head to her graciously and allowed the muscles in his thin figure to ease as she drew nearer. His sharp canary gaze scoured her figure and he noted that she did not appear too ravaged by the lack of prey in the wilds. This was a good thing… for the she-wolf.
 
“You do not belong to a pack,” he observed in a quiet tenor. His narrow muzzle was extended so that he could draw in her scent. The female smelled only of the aroma of the land around them. Gluskap was not sure that he would have survived through the starvation without the assistance of the dragons. Though he was a quiet and self-serving individual, he was grateful he had swallowed his reticence for a home.