Neverwinter Forest Your guard

He couldnt help the bit of chuckle, rolling his shoulders in a shrug to her comment on herself. She stood then, revealing his height once more. She was no small wolf. Not bulky, heavy and compact like some powerhouses he had seen (and been tackled down by) but lean and fit, much like his own build. An elegant woman, for certain, cloaked in silken black. 

Your welcome, ma'am. His polite nature coming back to life, a dip of his muzzle given as he laid, content to watch her go all the while.