dancin'' in the sand [aklah]

Shilah grinned. "I would love some company, especially from someone as lovely as yourself. My name is Shilah, just a wandering nomad who happened to be in the right place at the right time." Shilah set a stick down between his paws and used his teeth to sheer off extra little branches and leaves so that he would have a straight stick to sharpen into a basic spear. "Are you from around here, miss?" It seemed the wolves of Boreas came in so many sizes and colors it was near impossible to tell who was a native and who was a recently arrived traveller.

He repeated the process of snipping off extra branches on another stick but he started chewing on the top of this one, seeking to create a notch to hold a bone spear point.