Northstar Vale sand willow

there was a voice.

tamar lifted her head sharply, one paw up-tucked as if she were ready to run. he was the color of earthen shadows and distinctly unwolf. like diesel. 

because she had once known a dog, tamar found the initial tension easing somewhat, though she kept her guard high and pale-tan eyes watchful of every movement. "good morning," the epochian responded in kind, mustering a little smile. "are you passing through or is this your home?"