Moonspear Adapting To Survive

Harley gave a shy smile, chuckling slightly. He couldnt break eye contact with her, enthralled as he was. So far, everyone had seemed politely curious of his heritage. That was okay with him, he loved stories and didn't mind the questions. His shepherd blood drove him to please, and it made his life a lot easier. She was pretty, too, and maybe that had something to do with the ease of which the story tumbled from his tongue.  
          "My mom was a wolf from somewhere here in the Teekons, but my dad is a German Shepherd. He lived most of his life a stray, not depending on humans, so when my mom came to birth us and leave, he was able to raise us alongside our aunt. We lived on an abandoned human farm as a sort of pack, where he was born. Had a pretty big family but it was a lot of room so it worked.... They're all likely still there, honestly. I came out here to learn how to live like a wolf, rather than a stray. I must say, I'm starting to think it was my best idea ever."