Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

Neo grinned a little, flicking an ear as they walked side by side. He was not one to whine - the very thought almost made him laugh. "I'd never." He chuckled, a small but deep rumble from his chest. His voice certainly had changed, though not all that recently. It was quite a bit deeper than before. The ash wolf did not laugh often so it was a rare sound, one that would still not be heard most times. So good was he at hiding his emotions that even if he had found something amusing he would not usually show it, but he felt no need to do that now.

When Nyx stopped and sniffed the air, the spiderling copied, not missing the scent of rabbit. He turned to her and nodded still holding a grin upon his grey face.