Verdant Basin culture weaves and summer smacks

’Gdjkgbjdgdfg,’ said someone behind Ellis.

He jerked up, having been dozing off just now, and spun around. There stood a wolf with a fish in her jaws.

“H-hello,” he said hesitantly, glancing toward her wagging tail. Well, that indicated friendliness, at least. He relaxed a little and set his own tail wagging. “Did-did you need something?”