The Bracken Woods Lolol

The fawn of a man tilted his head, surprised at the soft sound the intruder of personal forest made. It had been a while since the voice of another had caressed his white-tufted ears, and it was more pleasant than the silence he had surrounded himself in. Crouching, keeping low, he gently approached the stranger with his masked face. He looks nothing like the wolves at home. This one is not from home. Would they know about home?

He huffed a soft bark in response to his question. I can't answer you. I can't answer at all. Frustrating. In a sign of blind trust, Calloon slipped to the ground and exposed his his lighter belly fur with a yip and a yap, and though he wished to let his tongue lol out of his mouth he had little left of it.