Ankyra Sound Coming of Age

the voice made him jolt, head lifting and face turning in the direction it sounded from - but of course, his lovely tassels obscured vision, so slavuj lifted a paw to slick them back and away from his face.

the voice were broken-in and masculine, and the shape it had come from was large, their eyes shining in sparse moonlight. a wolf, slavo had to assume. there was brief concern he might've breached some territory in his nightly stroll, but it passed quick.

the prospect of a stranger to meet was more exciting.

oh, hai! slavuj grinned, paw still pressing his cords in place. yeau fram around hir, straenjer?