Gone Astray

Xephyris met her fiery glare with cold silver eyes, the hair on the back of his neck prickling with interest. She looked irritable, but he wasn't sure what had caused her displeasure. Perhaps he could find out and make it better. At last she would speak, and she made no effort to withold her aggravation nor pretend to be happy to meet someone. It didn't bother him though, especially as she quickly described what she was doing. So she was looking for something precious that belonged to her. She was on the lookout for a wolverine.

"Sorry miss, haven't seen any wolverines," he responded simply, shaking his head, "But is there any way I can help? It would be my pleasure to assist you in whatever way I can." He looked her over, admiring the crimson robe she wore over her petite form. Then he looked back to her hellish glare. "Well, where's the last place you saw this wolverine?" he asked. Surely she'd looked for him everywhere she could think of, but maybe if he had some leads as well, he'd be of more help...