Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

Both of the beasts crowded him, forced themselves into his bubble, and Sundance shuffled aside in attempt to place further distance between them and himself. He was clearly uncomfortable, fearful of accidentally provoking these wolves into hostility. While neither had curled a lip in his direction, the possibility of an attack seemed strong.

He felt his heartbeat quicken, and his muscles remained tight with anxiety. Powder blue eyes flitted between each of the strangers before lingering nervously on the pale chest of the hybrid. A platinum ear twitched in acknowledgement of Lumiya's name, though he offered no confirmation; if asked, he mused that he would deny all affiliation with the faeries.

"I was looking for someone," was his response to the striped brute, the same answer he'd given when the palefur had demanded a reason for his closeness. To hear her suggest letting him go on his way sounded like music, and he held his breath as he waited hopefully for agreement from her companion.