The Heartwood blackwound

The longer he stood, the more he realized that their meeting was a curious happenstance. Three wolves seeking a place sheltered by the rain, or at least he believed as much. The two who knew each other shared a moment of conversation before the slender man glanced to Reno and seemed to invite him. The cowboy regarded him for a moment before offering a squinted and crooked smile, ivory fangs peeking from beneath his lip. 

Course, yeah. I’d be pleased to- To what? Reno paused with a small chuckle. He’d stick around the company of the fair woman and her slim companion. The dusty wolf had no qualms with that. 

Name’s Reno. And I’m a bit like this fair fella, here. Not much bothered by the rain. A thoughtful pause as Reno regarded the two of them again. Don’t much mind the company, neither. Another smile offered to the two.