(No, this is very clearly a dog. A wolf? It's a larger animal, coat shining brilliantly in the dim light of the temple. Yasha pauses, waiting expectantly, but it does not attack. It does not even growl... and so she stows her knife away again, back into her bag.
It response, the wolf lies down.
Yasha glances about herself, and over her shoulder, as if searching for an owner. Surely it has an owner? It seems tame. When nobody makes themselves apparent, she crouches, and extends a hand fearlessly to the animal.)
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It response, the wolf lies down.
Yasha glances about herself, and over her shoulder, as if searching for an owner. Surely it has an owner? It seems tame. When nobody makes themselves apparent, she crouches, and extends a hand fearlessly to the animal.)
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