Noctisardor Bypass yesteryear

We can't take you in, Anselm prepared to state, donning his traditional barbed mein.

But she was polite. Her gaze was pointedly elsewhere. This was so different from the last five or six wolves Anselm had come across -- whose body language flagrantly stated they believed themselves better.

He relaxed slightly, but not enough to appear welcoming. To her answer, he curtly asked: Vhy here?