Sunspire Mountains Meet Cadeau

Talos arched one sardonic brow high. I like t'think of it as direct, she said, baring her teeth in a grin that flashed against her inky fur. Unlike some wolves I coul' name. Tha's Talos Fros'fur-Mayfair's ques'ion yer rudely dodgin' I'll haveya know. Like this brat oughta be even mildly upbraiding anyone else for rudeness, especially as she herself continued forward, her outstretched nose arrowing right past what would be generally considered the line of a wolf's personal boundaries as Talos boldly sought a deeper and more informative sniff of the other.

There some reason you di'n't answer, anyhow? Her voice was overly forward and nosily curious but not threatening. In fact, it turned what might have been accusatory in other paws into a downright eager and enthusiastic pressing line of interrogation: 'Re you in trouble o'some sort yer hidin' from up here, Miz Cadeau?!