Sleepy Fox Hollow mental cabaret

Something spooked the other wolf, and before Cyclone had a chance to interject, the other left abruptly, leaving the Blackthorn in the dust. So much for a recruitment attempt on that one. The other wolf continued to approach somewhat standoffishly, and Cyclone shrugged her shoulders. Not sure what put a bug up her arse. Maybe it was the approach of this older dude. At least, Cyclone assumed he was older, based solely on his coat color.

Have you come to check out the goods? she asked, flashing him an impish grin. If he intended to keep a low profile, he'd come to the wrong wolf.