Hushed Willows a world apart; a dream

caw is very much used to wolves being larger than him. he does not even register it anymore, which usually does not matter but sometimes becomes an issue. he has, after all, never been the sensible type.

the pace of caw’s tail picks up. as always, he is happy to meet new friends! this close, he is a little familiar from the arrival of the cougars. he helped, and nobody minded him then. so surely if this one was not a proper faerie, orlaith or lumiya would have chased him out by now.

caw does not mind the idea of strangers being in the court. but it is not his court. it is good, for their own safety, that they have permission first!

banking above them in an arc, vrána gives a low caw of warning. he blinks, and looks up after it, and is distracted long enough by her presence for a pair of limbs to catch him around the neck.

caw gives a startled yip, front limbs waving in turn, though it is hard to lift them far off the ground with another pair of legs on his shoulders. his tail, still wagging at his back, does not falter. he does not even consider the possibility that this may be herald to an actual fight – he would not even if this man did not smell like a faerie. as kincaid’s teeth come down gently on his paw, caw reaches down, an excited, playful growl rolling from his throat as he tries to grapple kincaid’s jaws with his own.