Hushed Willows world enough, and time

At once, Kincaid sensed that this was a wolf he would be avoiding as much as possible. The corners of his eyes crinkled at her words, and he was quiet for a beat before replying, Of course. I'll be sure to call, in the future, in a friendly, respectful tone that he did not quite feel in his heart.

He dipped his head in assent and went on, I'd like to, 'til somethin' gets resolved. I don't look like much, but I can scrap when I need to.

He did not want to imply that these wolves needed his help, but he was adrift at the idea of being forced away and leaving Eleuthera to her fate.