Lost Creek Hollow been a while since we met

omg this dreary-ass weather is making me so tired ;~;

Ancalagon, well that was certainly was one of the more unique names he had ever encountered. Of course, he had met his share of wolves that had names far more difficult to pronounce and admittedly, Lagon was a lot easier to wrap his tongue around. Then again, he had at least been named somewhat easily, though some of his siblings had their interesting names as well. Nevertheless, he did not dwell on naming conventions for very long as their conversation made to query.

"I am," he said with a nod. He caught the brief glance but determined little from it; such glimpses were commonplace to him, and perhaps Ancalagon was merely interested in making sure he had the right wolf (though admittedly, he knew it was more than that). "How did you come across the Hollow?" he went on to ask, weight shifting uncomfortably. The stiffness of his injured shoulder he could tolerate for only so long and perhaps to keep it at bay, he gestured that the yearling was welcome to join him. Staying on the move would tire him truly, but it was better than succumbing to limitations in his eyes.