One would think that the sight of a huge white wolf would be disconcerting. Indeed, one would think But this particular wolf had made its presence known in the village awhile ago, and had haunted the various residences long enough that most the inhabitants knew this wolf, and were no longer frightened. The in fact treated this so called 'wild' animal like a friendly stray dog.<br/><br/>At the moment the wolf was sitting outside the butchers shop, very quiet, staring in the back door and managing to look quit woeful. Golden eyes had taken on just the appropriate amount of sadness and hunger, silky white ears drooped at the perfect angle. Fluffy tail wrapped tight around haunches and forelegs. Coinin didn't move. Only his bright eyes followed the movements of the butcher doping his job within, only his black nose twitching slightly as the smells of fresh meat permeated his senses. His stomach gave him away though as it growled quite loudly, and a line of drool<em>just</em>started to dribble from his jaws as the butcher looked in his direction. Innocence oddly enough seemed to fill his canine features as his tongue slid out quickly to lap up the offending fluid. The butcher gave a hearty laugh, cutting a rather nice looking chunk of pork and throwing it out the door to the wolf. His movement was quick and lithe as he snapped the treat from the air, a happy muffled bark given to the man before turning away from the meat shop and loping away with his prize. It was tough work begging for scraps, but the rabbits in the area were getting smarter, and more wily.<br/><br/>He had been intent on heading back to the woods to his den until a voice drifted across the winds. Sweet it was, holding the cadence of a skilled bard, and as his ears swiveled to take in the sound he turned in the direction it was coming from. Soon enough he would come to the crowd gathered around the story telling stage, and just at the edge of the people he would lay down, listening to the tale as he enjoyed his treat of pig.<br/><br/>Did any find it odd that this wolf seemed to be listening? Did any pay attention to the fact that a wolf simply made himself part of the gathering as if he belonged? It mattered not to Coinin at the moment, for he was listening to the lady intently. Shadow Gate? Adventure! Companionship. And just maybe... more word of a personal trail that had gone cold. He'd made his decision to simply follow the lady, watching as she exited the stage, licking his chops clean. But his compromise to simply follow was changed for him as the lady was accosted, as her loud cry for release met his ears. And even as two males approached her, obviously looking to thwart the attacker in a casual manner, he felt the need to intervene in his own way.<br/><br/>So it was that he began to dash through the crowd, tongue lolling, ears laid back, weaving deftly around people but still managing to shock some. A few female squawks accompanied his dash, several male shouts, even a few people knocked off their feet. But they didn't matter as his target came into view. He would careen towards the lady and the man grabbing her, barrel his way between the pair of men standing before them, and leap up, jaws wide.....<br/><br/>… only to land forepaws on the shoulders of the lady, standing on his back legs, tail swishing and tongue lapping wetly and happily upon the lady bards face in obvious pure joy.