Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

He was the silent and still guardian – the role the stranger had assumed him to be in was not entirely inaccurate, and mostly, the agouti male was pleased enough with this. He was a wolf of few words and did not see any reason to be involved in the conversation that did not include him – they spoke of a land he had not heard of, though in his even younger days he likely would have relished a place where beauty such as Paar’s had been the norm. Of course, now, he only had eyes for one girl. Whether or not that was returned was a mystery to him, and he was not quite ready to seek the truth of that question.

But the Creek did involve him, and when the female smoothly slid his home in to the conversation, a more malicious smirk twitched to the corner of his lips as he cast her a straight forward glance – no longer playing the silent soldier. “Perhaps a name should be presented before such questions,” he rumbled darkly, distrust clearly lace din his tone and stance.