Hushed Willows the answer's somewhere deep in it, i'm sorry that you're feeling it

She didn't speak, so he supposed it was up to him to make the first move. Hello, lass, he greeted, letting his face fall into a smile. The girl was young, perhaps about the same age as Ibis, but they could not be more different. Where Ibis was friendly and open, there was an aura of mystery about this shadow-pelted wolf that put him on guard.

Still, he was well-muscled, older and better-trained. She was whip-thin and youthful. If it came, somehow, to a fight, he had all the confidence in himself to handle it.

Ye live around here, or just passing through? Pygmalion inquired, trying to suss out her origins.