Shimmering Sands the erinyes

Tupilek squinted at the girl's mismatched eyes; fae eyes. Those with dual tones always seemed to have some sort of mischief in them, or even worse (or better, depending on the perspective), magic. He huffed. It was indeed hot. Too hot for him, and too hot for her, with her dark coat. Going somewhere then? She seemed too young to be wandering the land — yet he had seen younger wolves do so — but her purposeful walking suggested a mission, a goal. Would you mind if an old bear accompanied you? He had no direct ties to this land, at least not yet. He didn't have to go back to the Hinterlands just yet, but he hadn't seen the rest of these Wilds either. If she didn't mind his presence, surely he could have an excuse to go lumbering about somewhere else.