Lion Head Mesa good enough, never good enough

A stranger's voice pulled Crowfeather from his thoughts. The dark wolf started, his hackles lifting instinctually along his back before he soothed his own frazzled nerves and steadied his demeanor. 

Poking his narrow muzzle around the corner, the shadow caught sight of a woman with dark colors and bright eyes. Crowfeather nodded his head to the stranger with a nervous glance behind her, as though he expected someone to be watching. 

Hello, I am Crowfeather. How might I help?