Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

She paid close attention to the others, tail swaying behind her slowly as coldness gently nibbled on her body. The female, much older than any of the wolves here, spoke with such a thick accent that it was almost difficult for her to understand. She picked up a few words though and was able to make sense of the sentences. The male before the three of the Easthollow wolves was looking for a home. His body language spoke clearly, he was submitting and looked almost fearful. Perhaps he could not speak and was mute? Whatever the case was, the agouti stayed close to her leader.

The unknown's sounds held no aggression, his movements held no anger. He was afraid, submissive, and almost... hungry? She tilted her head at him, came close to locking eyes before looking away. They were quite pretty. She looked towards Steady as he looked towards her, then to Mara. She stayed quiet throughout the exchange of words, though decided it would be a good idea to say a few words before anything bad broke loose. "He is Camlo?" she first, asked making sure that she caught his name correctly. She looked at Steady before whispering to him "he looks like he's scared."