Moonspear everything i've got to give

The boy turned to her with bright eyes and a soft chuff in greeting. He appeared friendly, and while he spoke for a moment or two, Lucy roamed his figure with an interested gaze. The young man was coated in a peppering of ink and deep grey. His peculiar eyes stood out against the dark backdrop like nothing else she’d seen before. Once he had finished talking, she drew her ears forward and swallowed the lump that had gathered at the back of her throat. With a careful step or two, she closed some of the distance between them and then offered the smallest of smiles at his inquiry.
 
“That’s a deep question to start with,” the ghoul answered him with a small wiggling of her stubbed and tufted tail. Had she wanted to be forthcoming with her encounters with the wild folk on the outside, she would have certainly frightened the boy away. Instead, she opted for dry humor. While her limbs still ached and her rear end did not feel healed well enough to venture far from the pack, she had still survived.
 
“I’m Lucy.”