Jade Fern Grove i am a poet and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it

Keshie gives Alarian an awkward little tilt of his head, then shakes it no. It definitely wasn’t Alarian’s fault, he’d done what most would do as a greeting. Kechik was just nervous all the time, the world was much more dangerous out on his own, and he’d learned from his mom that the best way to stay safe was to be cautious. Kechik was a mixture of caution and curiosity that often made for sticky situations, so he’d learned to just be ready to run and or submit pretty quickly.

The sandy tan coywolf replied, No I’m from the south. A valley with lots of wheat and stuff. Where’re you from? he said with a friendly smile, and a glint of interest in his pale eyes.