Don't go throwing your stones around

The gray beauty seemed to soften. Jagoda noticed a slight relaxation in the hairs along her ruff and  her spine, and only then did he feel confident that he would not be attacked. However, her cautious demeanor wasn't fully relinquished and she took a forceful step in his direction, demanding information from him, which he had no problem providing. With a twitch of his ear, he answered her.

I'm Skellige's brother. Jagoda. came the beast's stoic response, along with a punctuating flick  of one dark ear.

Suddenly, in a whirlwind of motion, another canine was upon them, a male of pitch fur. Jagoda was so taken aback that he flinched, giving the two of them plenty of room. It became obvious that they were mated to one another, the male asking his she-wolf about her safety. In an affectionate exchange (one kept subtle and tasteful, to the Cairn's immediate relief), the gray woman relayed to her charcoal-furred lover that all was well. Jagoda curiously lifted a brow.

The flustered girl sought his eyes almost apologetically, it seemed, and the masked brute shook his head. I'm not worried about it, he responded, hoping to reassure her that his feelings were unharmed.