Hushed Willows ἀνερρίφθω κύβος

Teleklos, who had been relatively sedate up until that point, could not help the snap cocking of his head towards the sable Lily as she welcomed him to stay without further pretense. Her eyes— a bright and friendly pair of oranges— greeted him openly.

He was utterly dumbfounded. Whatever gentleness he had expected upon first glimpsing these kindly she-wolves, this was far from it. Their authority and immediate willingness to take in the stranger at face value was deeply unsettling to the wolf of military stock. He had been born into a society dominated by the physically superior males, so it was difficult for him to fathom that they didn't need to defer to their fathers or mates, and he swallowed thickly to stave off his rising concerns.

Seabreeze's expounding settled the bard further. Their guard was so lax that he assumed they must have some powerful warriors in their stead. He couldn't smell many males— did he smell any at all on the borders?— but he'd heard tales of societies more secret than this.

"I would like to stay," he affirmed after a thoughtful hesitance. "I would also appreciate a tour. That would be most helpful," he said, feeling a nervous kind of anticipation as he looked between both she-wolves and wondered if both would be escorting him about.