Hushed Willows it’s a most unusual day

Shit, Cambria thought, his stomach clenching. Had he unwittingly trespassed on claimed territory? He hadn’t been paying much attention to his surroundings yesterday. He attempted to sniff at the air without being too obvious about it, his brow furrowing in confusion before smoothing.

No reason, he said. I’m just a nomad. I don’t want any trouble. I’ll leave.

He took a single step before another figure appeared, this one a lissome black she-wolf with piercing eyes. Shit, Cambria thought again, every muscle in his body tensing. Although the woman sounded as though she was refuting the other man, the Dragonling immediately suspected it was just banter. They were toying with him.

I really, he began to say, only for Wyvern to cut him off with a shrill screech.

His mismatched gaze automatically flicked to the nighthawk, just in time to watch her flap off her perch and dive bomb the darker, slighter, femaler of the two strangers.