Sunspire Mountains Two Loners

Helena's ears laid flat against her head as the dark wolf stepped forward. Although Dante kept his tone light she could sense a change demeanor, a wariness perhaps. Strangers were strangers and though Helena always enjoyed meeting a new face, this stranger cut a particularly imposing figure.

Bounding up the last few yards to Dante's side, Helena touched her muzzle against his shoulder, a private, reassuring gesture. At first she was tempted to let him do all the talking, if things turned sour she would be no match for the large newcomer, but her curious, outgoing nature got the better of her.

She gamboled towards the intruder, confidence growing with every step. Her tail brushed against her legs in a friendly manner but this wolf's authoritative tone of ownership rubbed her the wrong way and she couldn't conceal her impertinent tone. Head cocked she queried, "Just who are you and why do you ask?"