He had laid low the last few days, hiding in the shadows and dodging social contact. Ulf was simply going through a phase. It was much easier to stay hidden than it was to try and form words, answer questions and take whatever else the ferals threw at him.
Right now his form crept along the northern borders of the place he was starting to call home. Perhaps he was developing a small case of itchy paws, but he didn't dare leave.
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?
He was glad she didn't give a protest to his question. It was nice sometimes to just stroll in the silence with someone. No questions, no nagging, no need to fill the void.
Or so he thought.
Suddenly there was a question presented to him. A soft hum escaped the wolfdog as he gave a genuine thought on how to answer. Okay. Some trouble, mostly good.
He had hit a bump in the road with the pale stranger and was certainly getting used to the company of wolves. It could have been far worse, though. They could have gobbled him up when he arrived.
Here long?
He asked in return as he turned his head to glance at her with his good eye.