wanderlust

The dark hound's ears pricked to attention as a voice greeted them, clipped and halting. This wolf was larger than them, more imposing, and Morrigan's tail instinctively tucked further between their hind legs. Although they were instantly tense from the presence of a stranger, muscles poised like a flighty deer, he didn't immediately seem dangerous.

They dipped their head politely towards him, ears settling back against their long skull in a more relaxed yet submissive expression. "Hello," they said, sniffing in the red man's direction. A soft, wary smile graced their muzzle. "They are nice, yes...Um, if I may be so forward--...are you from around here?" Muscles in their haunches tensed once more as Morrigan prepared to flee if things went sideways; this wolf seemed unpredictable.