King Elk Forest Jack frost nipping at your nose

Mawk grinned, settling down close by. He had taken her casual greeting as an offer to sit down. The biting cold nipped at his tail, making him cringe, but he said nothing. Instead he scanned the other wolf. She stated that she was a Duchess, whatever that was, but it meant nothing really to him.

He remained silent, curiously watching the pair. He would introduce himself to the one called Shalon if asked to, but it didn't seem nessecary as Spring had mentioned his name already.