Moonspear nothing like my punch drunk kiss

*waves!*

A few minutes passed in silence before a wolf came to greet him. She was a small thing, russet in color, with darker tipped ears and brown—no, hazel eyes. He raked his gaze over her and inhaled, drawing in the fresh scent that was unmistakably Moonspear; the same skin he now wore. Janus thumped his tail against his hocks, lowered himself into a bit of a bow, and flashed her a disarming smile. "Hellooo," he crooned sweetly, "sorry to interupt you. Bad time to be walking around..." he remarked off-handedly with a tap to the ice-slick snow. "this stuff is God awful."

"Anyway~, where was I?" Janus straightened a bit and licked his chops. His eyes flashed, "Oh! Right. Pack, yes. I was wondering if your family had room for another able adult?"