A Horse of the Wolves [AW]

The wolf was based in black and white, and as he spotted her watching from a distance, his ears pricked, head nodding upward as his eyes focused on her. She seemed as curious as a raven, and, in time, she seemed to give in and came in at a lope.

For a moment the stallion’s neck arched, chest puffing briefly in fair warning until she slowed and he recognized the body language and relaxed with a flick of his tail, horned head cocking slightly.

She was polite, and a faint whicker of amusement flickered his nostrils, teal eyes softening as he dipped his head in a nod. “Taliesyn, Trystan Tempestien, a Valor of Valhalla. And you, Lady?”

She was scarred in the face, and he idly wondered what had happened to leave them there. Isolde clicked her beak again and he flicked an ear, sending the hawk on to patrol ahead. Wangui settled herself more firmly on his back, tugging a fawn pelt cloak over her head and shoulders. The lemur, after all, had been born in a much warmer clime than this, and, much like the other lemurs and monkeys in the pack, much preferred summer to winter.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think