Moonspear Adapting To Survive

Harley turned his amber gaze down to a long furred creamy female, and his breath caught in his throat. She was pretty, and seemed very kind. Why not go down? He picked his way carefully, being sure he wouldn't hurt himself. When he was finally down And padding closer, he smiled shyly And wagged his tail at her.
       "I am new, but I am of Moonspear. Harley, and its nice to meet you as well."
He had thoughts that mirrored her own, wondering if this wolf in front of him could be his friend.