Redhawk Caldera god karen, you can't just ask people why they're white

Out of the corner of her eye, Grimm spotted the freshest of Caldera faces as he began his approach. She slowed and turned, brows and ears rising with curiosity. Like her, he was dark, with the distinct look of someone who did a lot of sneaking around in the shadows. The coyly offered remark and the fact that he knew nothing about her instantly put Jaws in a sparse category of wolves that Grimm was pleased to see. They weren't difficult requirements to meet.

"Gotta keep busy!" she enthused, returning a Hollywood-sized version of his grin with a side of wagging tail, though both had a slightly forced quality. "You were at the 'game' thing, right? How much of a bummer was that?"

She should have let it lie, but part of her was desperate to be told that she was a good wolf, and that the comments and glares levelled at her during the meeting had been unjust.