Two Rivers Isle innocence

A man slithered alongside the ferns, materializing - to Goliad's perception - out of the murk alongside the water. Being deep within Ulrich's lands meant any wolves this far in had to have been friends; but all Goliad could smell upon the man were notes of the fernbed, the crisp water, and fish. He did not think to be nervous even as Goliad approached the stranger.
He had a nice energy about him.
Er, hello. Goliad wasn't so great at this meeting-people thing all the time.