Comfort Zone [Vrel]

The wolf sat away from him, weary for whatever reason. Of Dmitri? Well, he was flattered. He never considered himself imposing; even the coyotes welcomed him as their own. But this wolf was making him reconsider. Or maybe this was a hostile area? Only one way to find out.

"What are you sitting behind me for? Come join beside me; wolves are equal before first impressions in my eyes. I won't bite if you don't." The younger didn't seem to respond to his inquiry. Maybe he was poor of hearing. Maybe the blinding sand and the arid, nose drying heat of the west meant that Dmitri axcelled at hearing in comparison. The only way to find out was to talk and see. "I must be looking silly to you, but when you live in a place where a tree's trunk is no thicker than your tail, this kind of thing is impossible in your eyes..."