Fox's Glade Impulse

She drew back. This wasn’t a wolf, then. She wasn’t a bear or a coyote, and surely there could be no mix between ursine and canine, could there? ”My kind?” She charged softly, lightly insulted even though Bernadette’s tone had been more praising than anything. Æsilfír was a short fuse at the best of times.

Finally, then, a guy showed up. Nothing really remarkable to look at, a dark fellow with a slightly ornery gaze, who looked suspicious about what he’d overheard. 

There was something arrogant about the large, fluffy creature’s mannerisms that didn’t sit well with Ash. She gestured to Valravn with a jerk of her muzzle. ”Yeah, I need ye fer somethin.” And to the dark figure laying on the ground, she extended no invitation, and simply have her a nod and said ”Ta-ta.” She glanced to Valravn with an expectant gaze and began to meander off. Whatever she wanted to do with Val, if she decided she wanted to do anything with him, she didn’t want to have the odd, bear-wolf there too.