Haunted Wood I'm getting supersonic

The former seawolf was content to let her groom his fur. He still had not grown used to the tender touch of someone but he accepted it more and more each time. Silver eyes watched carefully as she moved before him to face the stranger that had emerged from the woods. He knew moving through a place with scents trailed around would not be the wisest idea.

Rokig (begrudgingly) allowed his lover to deal with the social affairs. She would undeniably handle them better than he would have. He was still a creature full of piss and vinegar. Perhaps even more so now that he was away from the coast.

He waited, with what little patience he had, to see how this would go.