As Dawa let him inspect her paws, he frowned at their cracked and bloodied state. His were the same but it was irrelevant. He muttered a praise for her patience and kept himself close to her, sitting just in front of her with his back to the Dragon but his chest nearly against hers. He wasn't sure how cold she was but he was thankful for the sun on a day like this. His ear twisted back to catch the arrival of one—no, two?—wolves. His head turned gently just to peer over his shoulder to confirm the number. He turned back to Dawa and quietly whispered to her, barely audible, "The alpha is here and she is brack wolf with emerahd eyes. Her name is Hok-eye. That who 'Brug is talking with. She has companion who white but he not impressive compared to 'Brug. We will be safe." His accent was thicker as he tried to talk with a hushed voice.
He kept himself close to the mangled cleric and turned his head gently to view the alpha. "Bow now," he said to Dawa in a small whisper as he dipped his head respectively but remained seated in front of the cleric. Though the Dragon was between them and the alpha, Tenzin felt more relieved having himself as an extra guard against the strangers. Raheerah spoke with his elongated sounds that always pricked Tenzin's hairs in a bad way. He turned away from their company to keep an eye out behind Dawa to make sure no extra members of the alpha's pack came up to surprise them. Not that he expected it, but it made him feel better to have his chest and face close to hers should she want to feebly whisper anything.
"We in pretty forest," he commented quietly, trying to give Dawa a picture to think of as they sat aside from the happenings behind the monk. Whatever needed to be talked about, the Dragon would take care of it. He had his way. Tenzin measured his breaths and kept himself at a steady, rhythmic pace to help keep the cleric calm. When Raheerah introduced himself, he left out his title. Wolves from Jokhang and surrounding areas (or what they hadn't conquered) knew the mark on his face. But these poor strangers... Tenzin turned his head with a narrowed eye but held his tongue. Crafty serpent, he thought to himself with a grunt.
