optime form.
The woman did naught else save ask his name, to which Wolfgang delivered with assumptions the trap would further spring. His eyes watched her as she studied him. While smaller than the stranger, there was only one of her and the furry beast that lay on her shoulders. She also seemed physically under weather. His defense stayed, awaiting her attack when a rustle from behind him grasped his attention. Ears flicked back, eyes glancing to see the even taller form curl from the shadows with thick wood within the man’s arms. Another Zheynche? And one that seemed well enough to give him a run for his money.
Instead, the new stranger paid little attention to him, only sparing words for the woman and beast duo as he shoved them towards the cave. Had his assumptions been incorrect? But if they were, why did the bizarre woman not answer his previous question? It seemed all too unreal. He backed up, careful to keep distance from the group. At this point, he perhaps wouldn’t have a fair chance at battle, especially with his handicapped shoulder.
“You’re a moron if you stay out there.” The man spoke in his direction. To which Wolfgang took as a threat. He snorted, losing the grip only slightly on his dagger and allowing his arms to relax at his sides. Though the coyote walked backwards into the thick pines while keeping a close eye and ear upon the group, he ultimately did not wish to repeat once more his wish for shelter to them.
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