Sequoia Coast happy machine

He regarded her genially, glad to know that she was a friend to the pack. At least, she wasn't here to spy or make mischief, and had benign purposes. He hadn't much suspected her, but always he liked to think he erred on the side of caution. Perhaps he was right to do so, as she'd already proved herself skillful with deception (or he had proven far too easy to dupe with some charming acting skills.)

"Huh," he grunted awkwardly, "seemed well enough when I met her. Probably just hasn't had the time." A guess, but he felt obligated to offer some sort of explanation for his packmate.

She asked for his name, and he was all too willing to give it, as he had no enemies here. "Aesop's the name," Aesop said, "you?"