Moonspear wilding like that coyote

He followed without a word, falling in line just past the shoulder at first. This gait broadened shortly thereafter and Dirge spread out to let narrow trees pass between them. It was a comfortable distance, one that allowed him to let his gaze roam the varied terrain for signs of what could come about. But this silence was not meant to last as queries simmered on his tongue, figuratively turning to smoke as his mouth opened to voice them quietly. Better not to reveal their location if something of interest was lingering.

"So, have you been here long?" It was something of a personal question and that he realized, but the wolf seemed easy going enough to accept it. Being well received was half the battle and so far Dirge felt he had taken those victories with relative ease. Hydra seemed particularly fond of him for reasons he hadn't quite pinned together and as it were, neither of her parents had come down from on high to decide his services were no longer needed. His tenure with Moonspear was only beginning; he sought to find the right lot to sup with by way of observation and conversation.