Coinin knew his 'attack' upon the Bard would not harm her, and as her attention and beautiful eyes fell upon him, she would surely see deep intelligence within his golden eyes. She asked her question of him and he would respond with a low huff and a final lick upon her rosy cheek before bouncing off rain and allowing her to rise. Yet he stayed very near, settling regally upon his haunches, tail wrapping around his feet as his chest puffed out. Rain's attention roamed the area, surely seeking her recent offender. His wolfen shifted to the Wraith, muzzle lifting to gather in the scent surrounding the Being. A pause would occur, a gleam within those shining eyes before the wolf began a rather pointed sneezing attack, whining as his paw lifted to swipe at his nose again and again, even as his vision remained locked upon Mord. Disdain would be seen there if the Wraith deigned to look close enough. Yet Coinin assumed that the curse to the skies and the manner in which the Wraith treated him proved that so far, he was thought of as a mere animal.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, soft ears flopping, he continued his casual surveillance of the surroundings. He saw the Bards attacker a bit far off, leaning against a tree, anger rolling off the man in waves that could nigh be seen. A lone woman approached him, and though Coinin could not hear any words, he made sure to pay attention.<br/><br/>He'd made his choice. Adventure awaited!