high at the wheel of a bull black nova

C A L B R A C H

The small wolf's demeanor seemed to ease. Calbrach exhaled. The question seemed to very pointed, he almost feared answering, then wondered how his name could be of any consequence.
"My name is Calbrach. Might I ask yours?"
His face was quizzical, wondering why he was being scrutinized so thoroughly. He thought himself a rather plain individual, unlike the endlessly interesting creature before him.
He shifted his weight to fully rest on his haunches, attempting to ease his features. Glaring at each other didn't seem like the best idea, given the natural tension of the situation.