Emberwood I'm just telling the truth

Her pelt was that of charcoal, a shadow amongst the light and adorned with eyes of different colours; beneath those eyes lay pillows of white, as though eternally crying. Unusual, intriguing, he pondered to himself, though there was no emotion written plainly on his masculine features. The smoky traveller's gaze followed each of her movements with careful suspicion, acutely aware of how little he could trust a stranger such as she, but to her greeting, his head dipped shortly. He wanted no delays to come in the way of his mission, and Soltero believed he possessed the information he needed at the present time, so he found he had little use for the young woman who had strolled upon his path. And yet... the wolf did not take his leave, not yet.

"Who are you?" The voice rumbled from the depths of his chest - not cold or commanding, but distinctly untrustworthy, for the boy trusted not a single soul alive as of yet, not even those he was in search of.