❛ WELL, NOW, you do. ❜ her tone were that of her true nature, not as a detective or to her friends but of a wolf-shifter. eyes not changing back just yet, still assessing the threat, dyson’s face softens just slightly. ❛ one question, are you thinking of sticking around or just… passing through? ❜
So it would seem. Lips purse, Ainsley not really wanting to get into a fight with the other wolf, but feeling like she’s crossed a line of some sort. It’s not easy being on her own; packs tend to stick to one ground and meetings like this rarely happen. “I was looking for a place to stay…but if I’m not welcome, I’ll move on.”
Sensing the wolf in front of her wasn’t proving to be a theat, yet, amber hues relax slightly, their colour fading back to blue as Dyson took a breath. Lips now slightly ajar, she spoke “No, no... I may have been a bit haste.” Trick’s voice managed to make it’s way into her head, memory of the conversation about how ALL fae were welcome no matter how territorial one may get. “If, and only if, that’s all you’re looking for, I may be able to help.”













