Silver Creek hand-me-down dreams

Not a problem!

When she did not visibly react to his (only slightly) misconstrued invitation, the Montserrat knew the silver doe-wolf would flee. He would have been surprised, after making his assumption, if she didn’t. The sway of his tail slowed until it flagged limply behind him, and he watched as the stranger proceeded to back away, keeping his eyes firmly on his position. Rather than turn and act disinterested, or present her with a real reason to fear him, Piety simply returned to pretending he was a gargoyle statue, until she had turned to dart out of sight.

Giving his sodden, roughhewn coat a thorough, splattering shake, the mountain wolf put his nose back to the ground and resumed his hunt for something more edible than brief company.