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

Glu had gathered what he needed from the trees and the wood. The trees and brush were still relatively bare from the locusts, but he had managed to gather a few necessities that would help keep his stock full enough for a few, should they need it. After he had managed to collect his things, the coywolf teetered back towards where the Heda and the statuesque Dio remained. His sharp eyes caught sight of the other wolf, still maintaining conversation with their dark leader. Flicking his ears forward, he caught the very tail end of Jhala’s invitation to join their pack. A curling smirk crinkled his features and he sniggered softly, closing the distance that stretched between them until he was standing nearer to Thurin.
 
The woman was just finishing asking the stranger about her pack. Curiously, and without words, the coywolf male drew his long ears forward on his slender crown and tilted his head to the side, anticipating information to fall from the lips of the strange wolf. His eyes darted between the three of them.