Big Salmon Lake simmer down now

A stranger approached, and Sidewinder stiffened. Even as the other spoke—or perhaps because of what the other claimed to be—Winder did not relax. This wolf was darkly colored, not the white on white that he was seeking for the wolf who lived on the sea. But perhaps he held information, and that possibility caused Winder to force himself to relax, smoothing out his spine and putting on a more pleasant face. He relaxed his muscles, letting them become silk beneath his skin, and he gave an apologetic look to this leader of the caldera.

“My apologies, Peregrine,” he said, “I have been approached by many who were unkind in the past.” He hoped it could explain his behavior, at least in some small manner. The touch of adding the male's name would hopefully prove to put him at ease as well. “I am Sidewinder, of Ouroboros Spine.” At least, he was of the spine for now. When spring came, the Numitor fully intended to move back to his vagabond ways. But that was neither her nor now.