Moonspear lawmother

the seal hunter knew the step of another. his ears slanted backward, but he flung them forward in the next moment. if the watcher did not wish to speak, he would not address it. this was not his village; eyes were sure to be on him.
instead, chakliux drew himself up into a proud step, inclining his muzzle so that the autumn light poured across his scars. his shoulders too, inviting, and at last he turned to look toward the moonspear wolf who now watched.
from their distance, he saw the curl of longer fur, and was intrigued. chakliux did not stop, only offered a flashing grin of tease as he continued on.