Neverwinter Forest so i figured this time i might as well let him be

Hyper aware of all that comes and goes, Kratos is jolted awake—the sound of someone approaching gets him on guard immediately. A low growl begins to rumble in his throat; a clear warning, and though he loathes to move at the moment, he is all too protective of the silver coywolf who lays at his side.
Tail swishing, he is about to get to his feet when he hears a familiar voice, calling out for Zephyr. He relaxes, settling tense and ruffled fur. Zephyr’s shadow is more welcome than any others. Kratos dare think it even nice to see him in this mess of unfamiliarity and annoying forest gremlins.
Ghost, he nudges him, careful to avoid jostling Zephyr’s injured leg. Lifting his head, he calls out towards Phillip with a simple here in hopes that would do the job and flops his head back down across Zephyr’s scruff.