Broken Boulder someone's knocking and i'm out of invitations

His ears stood tall at the voice that called out a greeting. Respectfully he halted any further movements. While he may not have been feeling social, it would have been rude to keep moving along like nothing had been said.

The wolfdog's head gave a small nod as she spoke his name. Lily. He spoke her name back as he committed it to memory. A small smile tugged on his once neutral features. He sort of remembered her from the awful meeting with the pale stranger. He sort of owed her big time for scooping up the awkward situation.

She seemed friendly enough and so with a small motion of his head for her to follow, he asked simply. Walk? He felt the need to keep moving and who better to do it with than a friendly face?