Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

A nap… Slack jawed, Varian stood in silence, his bones petrified by frustration. That had been just about the most bullshit he'd ever heard out of another wolf's mouth, and considering the amount of people he'd met so far on his travels, that was truly a feat worth praise. You– His words fizzled into nothing, a thoroughly irritated expression replacing them. Varian's haunches promptly met the floor, an exasperated sigh following, accented by a passive aggressive, thumping tail.

You're unbelievable, His tone was hushed, clipped at the edges but no less astonished. He couldn't decide whether to blow up or marvel at the odd thing. Certainly too much bark for such a mousey figure. He looked the wolf up and down, flicking his gaze from deep brown eyes to fidgety paws. Where exactly do you come from, Mouse? I assume somewhere governed by softer paws.