Silver Moraine like a wild fox

Lucius had a hard time understanding her; he edged forward a few more paces, angling his ears towards her, the better to hear. He got the gist of it all — some scar-faced, giant wolf and her toy had ravaged the creature before him. Lucius winced, and when he looked at her again, he felt very sorry for her.

"I... I'm sorry that happened to you," the coyote breathed. He had moved much closer now — not quite within reach, but close enough that it mattered. Lucius had no real skills, nothing to offer but his sympathies. He swallowed, then asked, "What will you do now?"