Moonspear halfway to a donut

Harley was already heading in the direction of Lazarus when the white male called out. It was clearly a challenge, but Harley wasn't much of a fighter.... And that was the only reason the milky male continued forward. Maybe this male could teach him a thing or two? He'd wanted to live as a wolf, right? The wolfdog didn't recognize the sound of Lazarus, having never met him, but his scent was familiar from other parts of the mountain. That told him he was a Moonspear wolf, but nothing more. 
He eventually came into view of the white male, back frosted with both sand and ebony. Harley let out a friendly chuff of greeting, tail wagging ever so slightly.