Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

Harley was okay with the mist cooling his face, but when Althaia signaled that she was all settled, the wolfdog turned and slipped into the den. There was just enough room for both, it seemed, and even as he lay to block the entrance and stretch out on the side she wasnt, they were brushing pelts. His well muscled body was slim already, but the famine had made him quite a bit more so, and now his bones prodded from his pelt. Regardless, he smiled at her and wagged his tail, deciding that if they were stuck in his den for the rain then might as well get to know each other. So far, she'd seemed friendly enough.
"So, Althaia, where are you from?"