A howl rang out and Quinn’s head snapped up, away from the berry bush his snout had been stuffed in. For a moment he debated dashing to the river before he met the call - his jowls and chin were dark and sticky with berry juice and he loathed appearing unkempt - but upon analysing the voice, it sounded urgent enough that he knew he’d have to risk showing up in his juice-stained state. It looked a lot like he’d just consumed a meal of blood; the tell would be the distinctly sweet smell lingering around him.
And when it came to smells - the scent of Duskorna thickened from a hint to a pong that, in spite of his appearance, made Quinn glad he’d recently been gobbling berries directly from the bush.
The turquoise wolf emerged from the pines at a trot, the ring of feathers around his neck lifting slightly as he slowed to approach the scene. He bobbed his head at Urna, meeting the gazes of others - if they met his - with bright curiosity.
“Ah - am I late?” Quinnat chirped, tilting his head as his eyes settled on Enya and Shifty. “Are you lost, ma’am?” His tone was light, his body language poised but not aggressive. Not yet. His tongue swiped out to catch a trickle of juice from his chops. “I’d be happy to escort you elsewhere, if so.” He offered a smile.
And when it came to smells - the scent of Duskorna thickened from a hint to a pong that, in spite of his appearance, made Quinn glad he’d recently been gobbling berries directly from the bush.
The turquoise wolf emerged from the pines at a trot, the ring of feathers around his neck lifting slightly as he slowed to approach the scene. He bobbed his head at Urna, meeting the gazes of others - if they met his - with bright curiosity.
“Ah - am I late?” Quinnat chirped, tilting his head as his eyes settled on Enya and Shifty. “Are you lost, ma’am?” His tone was light, his body language poised but not aggressive. Not yet. His tongue swiped out to catch a trickle of juice from his chops. “I’d be happy to escort you elsewhere, if so.” He offered a smile.