Kildeer Rest cloak and dagger

The stranger brings herself closer – close enough for conversation but still allowing the coywolf his space to flee if he felt the need – and arranges herself in a sitting position. Glu allowed himself to lower his own rear to the earth to be seated with her. He was strange and oftentimes abrasive, but he was not altogether impossible to converse with. Though the little witch doctor had not found many companions who could endure his personality for extended periods of time, he imagined it would happen eventually.
 
Once the woman had made herself comfortable, she took into account his few words and the cadaverous male watched as a solemn expression crossed her dark features. He was not certain he wanted to pry about her previous pack life, though he knew the pains of wandering for a year. He had spent just over that in an attempt to locate his sister outside of the wilds and had not managed to find anything. “I am,” he confirmed with a swift bob of his head and a small curling grin that revealed pointed canines from under his lips. “I belong to the Sleeping Dragons.” Beyond this, he did not imagine she would be curious.
 
The inky stranger then went on to inquire to him if he knew of someone specifically. His lengthy ears swiveled on his crown and he frowned at the question presented. Perhaps she had scented this woman on his coat and that was where her inquiry stemmed. Alas, the coywolf could only shake his head in response. “No. Are you certain she’s here? The famine drove many away,” he spoke.