Gyrfalcon's Keep Salty dogs

Dreven looked like the sort of wolf who could be very dangerous, if he was not in a good mood. But at his side was Atka, the very picture of benevolence. She tempered him, Thyra thought. And he seemed to lean on her to help him find more peaceful ways. When he moved to her side, he seemed to take on her gentility, grounded by having contact with someone who was as peaceful as a dove. 

Her ears flicked back when he mentioned the land from which he had come. Thyra knew that there were places that relied on violence for gain- but she knew that there was a better life than that and she felt proud that her ancestors had chosen to move away from that sort of lifestyle. She held in her chest the hope that their new lands might provide a safe harbour for the wolves who sought a peaceful place to life, and gods to pray to.