Morningside Cuesta Shadowed

The woman's words caused his fur to prickle uneasily. He glanced around, but of course, there was nothing for him to see. "How long have you felt this way?" he asked in a rough voice, one ear twisted toward Heartha even as he scanned their surroundings for movement. He lifted his head to the breeze, lips curling to test it - but there was nothing for him to smell. Nothing unsual, nefarious, or even interesting.

He looked back to Heartha, focusing in on her once more. If it was not a watcher of the natural world, then it was either spiritual or mental. He eyed her keenly, looking for signs of hysteria. You couldn't always tell a mad wolf, and Day wasn't ready to write her off as one, yet.