Ā The Coyote had taken shelter in the Ex-Baronās den, planning to only stay there for the night while a storm blows over. He was on an expedition, or rather he still is. Red was used to long recon missions, having to practically live in the Wilds for almost months on end, having biases for different species, the ones that seem either hellbent on killing him, or sometimes shrug him off & ignore him. Heās never posed a threat to anyone, always usually neutral, even if it was against the enemy, the wounds he would inflict were always usually non-lethal, shooting hands & legs to disable.
Ā The Coyote had propped himself against a wall, resting his back against it, he would use his cloak as a cover, a blanket of sorts when he finds it a bit chilly. Then again, heās able to sleep without a blanket, he just finds it comforting to feel something while heās trying to sleep ( even then, he has nightmares most of the time, so sleeping is next to impossible with him, making him an insomniac. ) but, what surprised him the most, was the thundering steps that were almost too familiar, the Ex-Baron had joined the Coyote, an embrace or a moment he never thought would happen.
Ā It was strange, something he thought heād never experience? As a man of peace, this was definitely something that made him feel more than accomplished & welcomed. Though, he wasnāt too sure what to do in a moment like this, considering Khorrvis was considerably a lot larger than him in size.Ā