Stavanger Bay don't ever tame your demons

Jagoda meant nothing by his cautionary stance. He was simply doing as he thought was best for the gathering wolves of Starvanger Bay, and more importantly, for Skellige. He remembered haven been taught to be wary of coyotes as a youngster, and although the coffee-marked male might very well just have been a more slender wolf, Jagoda felt that he was playing it safe, for the greater good. As he stared down the other with the searching yellow-green of his eyes, he realized tha the scent of his brother upon the other's pelt was too strong to be ignored. The hairs along his neck and spine relaxed when this fact registered in his mind. 

The coywolf spoke his name, giving a snort of disapproval along with it. Jagoda took a step backward, his ears lowering against his dark skull. "Arturo," he spoke, his tone much brighter than before, though not overwhelmingly so. This was one of the canines Skellige had instructed him to meet, and Jagoda could not help his small, satisfied smile. "I'm Jagoda. Skellige's brother. He instructed me to introduce myself to you," he answered, as if he had never offended the coywolf, as if they were beginning anew. His tail lowered and wagged a few times at his heels. He was not sure what else he needed to say. Obviously, Skellige had known this man for some time, and in all likelihood he would be ranked higher than the masked brother once their pack had been established. Therefore, Jagoda was silent, leaving himself available for further instruction, or information.