Hushed Willows WindChill

One of the new civilians came to assist. Fluffy coat bedraggled. He must have woken the man up with his call. Kyrell chuffed in his direction as the coywolf fell into line with his shoulder.

Hey there, fella. Kyrell pointed his nose down the trail. We have deer passing through the wood. Must be having a hard time with the snow cover, they've been nibbling on our trees.

Kyrell gave his pelt a shake, fluffing it up against the wind. A discerning eye passing over Dusty. The man was eager and brimming with energy.

Good.

Kyrell started down the trail, slowly. Easier to save energy before they would have to break the snow themselves.

What's your name, friend?