Bramblepoint circinus

with moonspear being the place that it was, pauk did not necessarily have a sense of stranger danger. he blinks up at the coywoman as if she had magically dispelled all of his concern, and now that he sees her more clearly, he thinks to himself: how bad could she be? she was just a little coyote.
but he wasn't exactly out to make friends, either. his expression remains rather blank and unsatisfied. oh, he murmurs, little black nose twitching. okay.
my name's pauk, he says abruptly, because presumably that was what one was meant to do when meeting a stranger. a totally nice, friendly stranger. who're you?