King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

Her voice was quiter than his own, and definately softer. Novak nodded in response, having seen another wolf do it once. "I am Novak," he felt impulsive to end it with guardian of the lord, but he was no longer his past self, no longer with purpose. 

The wolf altered his stance again, out of nervousness. He didn't wish to come across as unsociable. "Why are you here?" It was a strange question to ask, especially since he couldn't answer it himself - but Novak was too oblivious to notice how weird it may be to ask a stranger on neutral ground. He eyed her leg for a moment, staring at it's awkward position before clearing his throat amd returning to look into her glowing eyes.