Hushed Willows where the world is in the making

The sound of another's approach had him turning his head, craning back so that he was looking at the stranger almost upside-down. The sight of her confused him, so he straightend up and stood as she drew near, and realized her coat really was quite a thing, and not just a trick of the light and angles. If ever there was a wolf fitting of being made into a rug, he thought it was a fine thing like this — if she were only just a little bigger.

"Ma'am," he greeted with a wag of his tail, already thinking that this "faerie" was more his speed than the irascible and impetuous Orlaith. He could see, however, that he'd made the right choice in sticking around, if this was the sort of backup Eleuthera would be getting at the borders.

The male's back nose twitched, and he thought to himself that this was more of a miss than a ma'am, but this only served to further soften him toward her. "It's late," he told her, eyeing her in a keen but friendly manner. "Somethin' keepin' you up, or are these your regular hauntin' hours?"