Silverlight Terrace And the wolf whispers back, 'I am the storm.'

Jaida had been munching happily on the fruits of their labor, not noticing the wolf until he spoke just as her mother did. Jay turned with Mother, eyes widening slightly at just how tall the male seemed. He loomed over her mother and was practically giant to the short yearling. She hadn't had much experience with males given their nomadic lifestyle, the only two she had met had been recurring figures in her nightmares which were less often now. 

Mother didn't seem to be afraid of this man, though she brushed her tail against Jaida in a cautionary gesture. Jay watched the man with guarded eyes as her mother spoke with him, nudging the raccoon towards him. Ms. Pyx had said not all wolves were bad but the yearling had trouble remembering that now when faced with another male.

Jaida didn't go so far as to hide behind her mother but she slid a bit closer, hazel eyes locked on the stranger warily in case someone else made to attack Mama once more.