The Wolf, sitting, focussed on the three characters. Attentive as ever and ready to shift into gear at any moment as he always was.
He was feeling odd about his new "friend" Kalio was beginning to feel as though she could turn on him in his mind. He wasn't ready to confront her or the others. He wished not to fight unless he absoluetly needed to, but he was itching for combat since it had been some days since his sword tasted the blood of his enemies.