Honeyed Pasture take off all the thoughts of what we've been

The last thing he had expected was company— what was he even doing out here this late? Cortland glanced up, but whatever flash of irritability he had felt was forgotten at the sight of the other. He suddenly realized he had missed meeting new people— but, he had no words for the man. The Mayfair smiled warmly nonetheless, tail wagging as he allowed the red-furred wolf's approach. At his question, he tilted his head.
He... wasn't sure, actually. Cortland shrugged, drawing closer to sniff the small male over; something about the stranger spoke of a friendlier nature, so he was without apprehension. His eyes lit with curiosity over his coat— like Mona's, he thought, though his sister's fur was quite a bit prettier. His sister was actually quite a bit prettier in general— this guy was old. He studied him warmly nonetheless, flicking an ear in invitation for him to speak again. Hopefully he'd get the point. Probably not, but Cortland didn't have too many options.