Lone Star Mountain III

ego's smooth trot came to a halt as a slender raven-shadow hailed him in the lowlight. yellowed eyes turned to swallow her whole as she approached, and he remained impeccably still; confident in letting her come as close as she dared. with his tail held limp -- in order to communicate his current non-combative status -- the wyvern lifted his long, pallid chin and regarded the petite she-wolf with cold interest. his half-lidded gaze met her shining eyes of seaglass, and his expression demanded to know: what do you want with me?