Otter Creek a drink at the creek

The first instinct the Roman had was to lung towards Trajan and grasp his scruff, aiming to pull him backwards into the safety of his own embrace but decided against it. The world was a dangerous, ruthless place, and only the strongest survived. The boy would have to learn, and besides, the snowy wolf that his son greeted seemed to be friendly. So Shadow watched, with mild interest in his silver gaze as the stranger spoke to Trajan. "I am Trajan," proclaimed the tiny Angelus Mortis proudly and then repeated his former question. "Who's you?" he said, his tail wagging as he gazed up at Luke with wide, bicolored eyes.

A smirk found its way up onto Shadow's face when the stranger spoke, "Too bold," he spoke, laughing as he trotted forward towards the stranger where he spotted the other wolf's rather strange features and without filtering his thoughts, blurted out "Dude, is that a blue nose?" At this, Trajan attempted to leap up and whack Luke's nose rather rudely, a curious gleam in his bicolored gaze. "Blue nose?"  he said rather curiously.