Moonspear First Impressions

Harley had cleaned his wounds, having vanished higher up Moonspear to seclude himself for the night. Now he wandered lazily about the terrain as if nothing had happened, though the pink and exposed flesh on not one but both shoulders and the stiffness of his gait hinted otherwise. 
The scent of a newcomer, a female he didn't know the name of, came to him on the breeze. Amber eyes raking the land, they finally fell upon her moving mottled form. The wolfdog let out a friendly chuff of greeting, heading towards her with a grin and a wagging tail.