The Sentinels kovaa karhun

Not at all!

It was the sound of paws that drew his attention toward the lithe form of the coywolf. Craning his head around and locking onto her with his ghostly gaze, Lærke was then met with her word of greeting. A quick smile lit up his features and he flagged his tail upward to suggest all was well. “Rakeet!” his booming voice returned to her. The smile that danced along his dark lips then stretched to crinkle the edges of his eyes and he slowed his pace so that she could close the distance on them with quick steps. She had done well to hold her pace in spite of being smaller than he, and as she neared his halted figure, Lærke found his gaze roaming over her form.
 
The girl was slender in build and her sharp angular features were unlike any he had seen before. That was not to say she wasn’t lovely to look upon. The sharp blue of her eyes had captivated him for a brief moment before he found his manners and offered a bow of courtesy. Once the bear had risen back up to face her with twinkling argent eyes, he flagged his tail.
 
“Good morning, lovely thing,” he spoke in a natural bass that echoed from inside his chest. “What brings you to the… edge of the wood this early?” His voice radiated warmth, and the hulking warrior looked on her with a genuine curiosity.