Sunbeam Lair In the mirror, you're brushing over

Dusty Rose wasn't much of a fan either, but, "Owls is where I draw the line," he said, his tone darkening a fraction. But this pique was forgotten as soon as he'd said the words, and since the wolf wasn't snapping his jaws, Dusty Rose saw fit to come close enough to poke his nose in Etienne's personal space.

"You do?" he asked, guilelessly, and then the lightbulb went off. "Oh! I'm — I be? Well, my name's Dusty Rose." Despite stumbling through and completely butchering the introduction, the coywolf was not flustered. He rolled on as if he'd been perfectly articulate, his dark blue eyes wide and earnest. "I think she stayed out there, though — so we're all-good in here. This is a neat place, right? Are you thinkin'a movin' in?"