Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

He didn't understand -- he had answered her call, and she now insisted nothing was wrong. And while it might have been the case.. she offered no insight at all as to the reason why she had summoned him. Perplexed, the cinnamon wolf released a low chuff, his eyes driving over her once more before giving a light shake of his muzzle. "What is it then, Falwasi?" It was amazing the two of them could even converse with one another -- both usually spoke as little as needed, and so a witness could say their discussion now would be that of a miracle.

He did not move to close the small gap between them, though a part of him desired to comfort his pack mate, for the simple reason that something felt off. It wasn't that he was balking at her presence -- but simply knew that another did not call for someone to simply stare at them. So he waited, both ears perked forward to reveal to her that she did hold his rapt attention -- and his concern.