The tension flows out of Dejah and a bright smile emerges in its place. And then she sees his terror.

"Curtis. This is Woola. Woola? This is Curtis." She looks back to Curtis, her gaze warm. She dips her chin and raises her eyebrows, her smile turning hopeful. "Curtis is a friend."

The moment she says the words, Woola's demeanor shifts and he gives Curtis a huge calot grin. It's like a doggy grin, but with two extra set of jaws and a lolling tongue. Woola sits and looks at Curtis. Maybe Curtis has food?