Fox's Glade wendigo

The girl seemed as though his point was invalid and stated so in a single word. He gaped at her a moment, flustered by the inquiry, and splayed his ears atop his crown. One paw was lifted defensively, but he placed it on the ground and allowed that particular conversation fall dead between them. She seemed to find the same conclusion in a few short words and he awkwardly shuffled his feet, wondering if she would want something more from him. Tadec found nothing of interest on her, and so he thought of turning and bidding the wolf farewell.

His name against her tongue was peculiar to him, but he accepted it with a swift nod of his head and a small, shriveled smile. Then, she inquired why he would search for Tiel'c, and what he might have done to warrant such a chase. Immediately the coywolf became troubled and stiff. His brows knitted over his eyes and he opened his mouth to answer, unable to find the words in her tongue. From the ground to her face, his gaze roamed. “He killed my mother,” the thief responded.