The Sunspire idk i guess it's just their swagga

with her little wrists concealing her eyes, coelho hunched in an armadillo ball of fear and submission. she was too startled to think about running, and the wolf was too large to outrun anyway -- coelho simply had to resign her life to the teeth in another wolf's jaws..

only, there were no teeth henceforth, but rather, a sincere sounding apology. slowly the girl opened one eye, then the other -- and then, moved one paw, and then the other, so that she could see her imagined assailant. she dared not gaze at him directly, instead she studied the ground his commanding form stood over. all she could deduce from this angle was that his legs were brown. "please don't eat me," she muttered, ears flat to her skull as she squinted guiltily in the wolf's general direction. "i live here, i promise!"