The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

Tahoe strode toward the stranger calmly, coming at a stop once at a comfortable distance for conversation. Based on his passive actions and dialogue, the fellow seemed up for a chat. From this close, McBride could study him much better. He was larger than expected, quite scarred—similar to himself. Notably, the stranger had a pair of bi-colored eyes—blue and yellow. Tahoe had never seen a wolf with such eyes. Perhaps the stranger’s heritage was not strictly wolf. 

Well. Lookin’ to hunt, if you can believe it. An’ you? He replies easily, taking a seat.