Herbalists' Cache touch

Drawing short breaths, he watched her reaction that mimicked his own panic for a bit. At least he was not alone in that sense, though he was very much alone on his own side. Friendly the female was not, which was a shame - or maybe he had just startled her too much. His own silver hackles did not go up in aggression nor fear - not even when the black not-quite-wolf raised her own and dropped her weird ears. Strange, she was, though Calloon was not one to judge by appearance. His brows furrowed in his trademark-thinking face, golden ringed eyes refusing to look her in her own enchantingly blue gaze.

Suddenly, he got a bizarre idea. Perhaps if she knew why he could not excuse himself - she'd forgive him. Yes - yes! surely that must be it. No one will kill me today. No one.

In a submissive display of sadness and fright did he open his mouth - the stump of tongue left in his mouth quite miserably wriggling around. It was with that that he let another whine for forgiveness slip - Calloon never having been one to run away from even the slightest confrontation. A peacekeeper he had been - a peacekeeper he would stay forevermore, even if it were to keep the peace with him and a total - curiously quiet - stranger.