Dragoncrest Cliffs Tangie

A crooked copper tail wagged low as the tall Amazonian approached. She seemed at first to merely carry herself in supreme confidence – obviously a leader of these shores given her stance and pregnancy – and Shea presumed he cut a respectful figure…

But this was not enough.

It would be strange to think that common courtesy and communication would not be welcome on these borders. As a scout who had learned not to loiter, lest he seem (at best) without purpose or (at worst) suspicious, Shea would not understand the reaction he received as the round-bellied she-wolf snapped at him, willing him into submission.

If he was not in need of answers, his response may have been more evasive, but as things stood, he kept himself steady: ears pulled back, head bowed, and posture tellingly relaxed. He did not go to the ground for the simple fact that he did not trust her not to harm him once he was prone. Ah’m nae danger, lassie, he insisted. Just lookin’ fir ma family.