Blackfeather Woods you're lying with your gold chain on, cigar hanging from your lips

he greeted her; relmyna paused to bestow a dip of her muzzle, one of recognition. despite her wariness around to whom his loyalties lay, the listener would treat him like any other wolf of blackfeather. he had done good things, wrought kills; even now he strengthened their claim. if kalganov must prove himself, it would be in silence; the woman would not demand it of him.
i am well. leery of the redhawks. the listener's turquoise eyes rested on him with a fond yet inscrutable expression; presently she moved beyond the man, indicating that kalganov was welcome to join her on a brief patrol. and yourself?