you calm the storms, and you give me rest... [ooc]
[bic] ...you hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
It looked like the wolf was going to start a fire, but she couldn't be sure. Maybe she'd just gotten done eating, and was putting the fire out. Naniko knew how to start fires because of Physe. He had always joked about burning down Inferni, especially after the coyotes had attacked them back then. She had considered trying that after Conri had gone missing, because she thought that they had been behind it, but had decided against it in the end. More violence wouldn't help anything.
Her fur was white, which put her at an advantage in the winter time; sometimes she was hard to see. She offered what she hoped looked like an apologetic face, her jade eyes fixed on the stranger for any sign of a threat. You could never be sure, in the outlands. There was something about the odd colors in her hair that seemed familiar, but Naniko didn't quite remember. Her own name surfaced, but she still wasn't sure who this wolf was.
"Yes?"
