Flycatcher Downs godling

stigmata breathed slowly, falling deeper still into his thoughts, when a bid for his attention shattered the glass of relative peace around him. the wolf turned his head halfway and set a single, dreary eye on the caller, his expression blank for the most part. without the single note of a threat shared between them, he wagged his tail softly, inviting her into his space if she so pleased, without seeming too interested himself.

under normal circumstance he might've approached, just to find out what he could from the stranger - serving as the collector that he was - but stress made him less inclined to be so forward. he could certainly use the company, but stigmata wasn't an entertainer, and in that very moment he was particularly distracted. even still, as directionless as his thoughts felt at the time, he never took his eye from the smokewraith; waiting instead to see if she would be on her way or not.