Blacktail Deer Plateau curves like a Bugatti --

The wolf drew from the burrow promptly, and he watched her with the same gimlet stare he had set upon the three sisters; when he watched the deferential turn of the girl's eyes and the sickle of her body, he met a mental pause. Her explanation - and the transition of her gaze up and down again - slackened whatever residual aggression he had been feeling. She was afraid of him. Unlike with the sisters this did not bring Reyes any joy.

They resembled himself, back when he had been found-out by the roaming crews of Tortuga. Nervous... Uncertain. Afraid.

Oh. Reyes blurts next. The accusatory tone he had been weilding was gone now. I... uh, What to say, though? I'm done now. His eyes shifted to-and-fro quickly, glancing at the ruined bits of tree matter that scattered the snow and ruined an otherwise pristine section of the territory. He licks his lips and tastes the blood of his scratches, feels a sharp stabbing pain from where his saliva is irritating them, and scowls a bit in response to it... But ignores all that too, choosing instead to watch the cowering girl. You can relax, he sullenly promises. No more tree murder.