the wisps of the forest

"Boone," he said gruffly, though not unkindly. He didn't think much of the younger male's name. Though this was the first Eight he had met, he had come across other wolves who were named after numbers before. His thin tail wagged marginally, though he wasn't quite sure if this meeting would be fortuitous or not. "I didn't interupt you doin' somethin', did I?" he asked, tilting his flat head slightly and pressing erect ears forward.