Redhawk Caldera Underdog

The dark wolf stirred from his resting place, causing the coywolf to teeter where he stood on the length of his spindled limbs. Once the other had found his footing, he offered a gentle wavering of his tail that allowed for the halfling creature to feel moderately more at ease. His anxious trepidation seemed to linger in the air, but Tadec was willing to speak to this creature who looked like a great fox. The darkness of his coat was entrancing to the thief; he roamed the body of the other male with a sharp look before he dipped his muzzle and offered a shriveled smile on thin lips.
 
“Greetings, homba. Come to search… the stars?”
 
The accent on his tongue was thick. Hedgerow had never been a strong point of his ability to communicate with others. He often lacked the tact that many possessed, but he was capable of appearing kindly and genuine in his fumbled words. The other wolf had appeared to be waiting for some conversation to be stuck. Tadec found this a difficult task, but he opened up with what he could and retained the gentle smile on his narrow muzzle.