The first rays of sunshine

Ah, here was the entire crew! Lefty watched. There was Spider-- the charge that Basilisk had put them in charge of. Lefty dipped their head to Spider, flashing them a friendly grin. "No trouble, I take it?" This was a sort of half-joke, certainly driven by the fact that Lefty was meant to take care of the youth. The blue wolf kept their eyes on both Spider and Wylan, now, as other wolves shuffled in; Crux, who offered a shy smile, was the one who caught her eyes next. Lefty dipped their head to him.

While it was true that Lefty was a slave of the Armada, their mannerisms did not reflect that overmuch. They were not cringing or submissive. No. Lefty, instead, seemed relaxed, calmed, in their element. Each who spoke to them was given equal attention in time.

"If he wants to learn about stitches, that's all yours, Crux." Lefty chuckled, a smile crossing their maw. Their tail swept side to side and that crooked little smile grew wider as Wylan demanded up on his -- uncle? She wasn't quite sure. She knew that there were numerous wolves, and that they'd had their own families. Wylan's antics, though, pulled a pleasant laugh from Lefty, and they shook their head, making no move to stop anything from happening. Let 'em play. After a moment, they remembered they'd not introduced themselves, and so they spoke up. "Ah! Yes. My name is Lefty."