Verdigris Ravine empty nester

He was no threat, and now that she could see this their discourse began to smooth over. She had even coaxed a small laugh from him, bringing the russet wolf to at least lift his head in greeting as she sat near him. "You'd sooner see my ears fall off than me walk away from a friendly face." Clearing his throat, Marcus fought to battle the dry air that began to irritate his sinuses. 

"I'm Marcus. And you are S'ari?" He could only assume so as the woman continued to reference the name in a way that made him think she was referencing herself. Such an interesting dialect.