Little Goat Mountain keep my hands to myself

He'd lost sight of the wolf a few minutes before it dropped down in front of him. Surprise had him wheeling back a few steps, but when he saw that it was the flying wolf, his eyes simply narrowed in interest. What did she want? And what was wrong with her? Why was she in his way?

Seeing no reason to remain standing when he would clearly not be making any more progress for the time being, the male plopped down where he stood and regarded the strange young shewolf. "Even'n," he replied, unguarded curiosity peppering his tone. Usually, it was him approaching pretty young things, and not the other way around. It was nice to have the situation reversed, but he was not convinced she was here for friendly flirtation. Although, if she wasn't, Murdock couldn't imagine what she did want with him.

He supposed they'd soon find out.