it's rather obvious from looking at her that this young woman is a wolf- or a werewolf. or a mage that had favored a wolf's shape for so long that it had changed her human body, too. that was familiar to malchior, a dragon who could not hide all of his scales even as a human. he kept them covered up with armor and gloves. a scarf served to cover his throat where the glow from the fire-sac still showed from under the collar of his undershirt. yes, he was familiar with wanting to walk among humans while still being so different.
not that he could speak to the wolf-girl's reasons, but it was nice to see someone like her. ❝ have you come to cotes to reconnect with nature? ❞
❝ of the places here, i find this one rather familiar to the home i once knew. but, i have also found the mistwood rather pleasing. ❞ it's an odd conversation starter, and he understands that maybe it would come across as strange from someone who looked as human as he did with his scales and flames covered. so he pulled the scarf down for a moment, allowing the glow of flames show. most beings of magic were capable of getting along. with a few exceptions, of course- but dragons and wolves had never been known to have bad blood.
❝ or are you looking to head somewhere else? do forgive me, it must seem so forward. but i do enjoy seeing a kindred spirit of sorts. i hope you don't mind, little wolf. ❞