Flycatcher Downs the wolf shook his coat and it snowed for days

the other's voice sounded and garait gave pause in his exponentially defensive gestures. the hairs along his nape reamined rippled with wariness, but his body relaxed somewhat — he extended his muzzle toward the other, lowering the flag of his ashen plume somewhat before letting it fall; it hung at his heels. brilliant eyes attuned themselves with piercing intent upon the stranger, to whom garait answered a single syllable: "no."
he did not remove his eyes from the snowcolored animal, but untensed further, though he was too well-versed to surrender all sense of protectiveness. and he listened again for venextos.