ISO Live Bodies!

Corbie turned her head at the sound of Ren's faint growl, following the dog's gaze toward an approaching wolf. He didn't seem to be aware of her at all despite her howl, so she didn't think he was seeking her out in answer to it. Still, he wasn't showing signs of turning aside, so Corbie kept her own attention on him until he was in earshot. "Hello," she called out simply, cocking her head to the side slightly as she took in his appearance. The battle accessories he wore, the style just as much as the existence of them, spoke of a battlehardened fighter. The style itself - the savage nature of skull and mane specifically - made her wary, and she doubted that he'd fit with the more pastoral Avalon, but it would be rude to pretend she hadn't seen him.