The calico wolf's ears quivered, the sound of pawsteps reaching them and instinctively flattening him to the ground submissively before he'd fully processed the sound. His head turned, bicoloured gaze tracking the approach of an unfamiliar female. He was reminded for the moment of the conversation he'd had with Akemi not long after they'd both traveled here, her claim that many in Alacratia were different. That it was unnecessary to fear them. Well, as much as it disgusted him to know of his own cowardice, was it not better to be safe than to be punished, even killed, because he'd misstepped? Even this young wolf, slender though she was, could easily tear apart crippled, emaciated Tyr, should she choose to.
Keeping all this in his mind, shadows behind his mismatched eyes, he struggled to his feet and watched her approach, careful to keep his posture submissive.
