Dragoncrest Cliffs son of none

He is not alone for long. 
They come out of the woodwork slowly, and in the time it takes for their bodies to populate the hillside he has time to examine each of them with fleeting glimpses. The first is copper-coated nad sharp; they speak, and the others hold their collective tongues. A silver guardsman appears next, and then Edmund is taking notice of a girl following after them - but he doesn't have his attention linger long.
If he is surprised, there is no way to tell. But he watches the wolf who appears to be in charge and, after some mental deliberation, answers the question they've put forth.
Chance. He says this without missing a beat, but a clear absence of emotional sentiments.
I'm new to the area and was surprised to find a section of the coat inhabited. It is intriguing. As if the concept of a coastal wolf is really that bizarre to him—he comes from a land-locked world and hasn't seen much of the sea, let alone fathomed why anyone would choose to live beside it, but he keeps these thoughts to himself.