Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Rooke's eyes narrowed. Half breeds? His head lifting slightly to nose the soft curls collecting around the man's neck. This man was not all wolf? He did not look it. Not to Rooke, anyway. He was built strong, if not a touch lean. Not small and fragile. Ears cut sharply, reaching skyward instead of folding on themselves. If he had dog in his blood, perhaps he was blessed to be more wolf then. As he was blessed with brilliant eyes.

Rooke was not so blessed.

But, nonetheless, he was offered respite by this stranger. If Rooke had experienced the hardships of the desert, he may not have been so reluctant.

I don't want to be a bother. He took a step back. Besides, wouldn't it be a waste? He looked over his shoulder to the surrounding environs. A meager stream to feed miniscule rodents. Bare shrubs breaking through hardened earth and rock. It was more than enough for someone like him, right?

There's water here, animals, and some bushes here. You wouldn't have to waste anything if I stayed here tonight.