Stone Circle The toxicity of our city

A voice called out, speaking a simple greeting. Mawk turned his head slightly, glancing over at the dark coloured wolfess. He attempted to give a small smile, curled tail giving a small wag in greeting of his own. He had gotten used to the odd looks by now, for it was clearly not often one would come across a wolfdog, it seemed. Or, that was what he gathered. "Hello," He spoke in his deep voice, nodding his head. So he was not the only one that had decided to patrol at such an odd hour? 

The Scout chuckled slightly after she spoke, her apparent embarrasment at her own speech humouring him a little. He perked his black-tipped ears forward, tilting his head slightly. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to do something useful." He grinned a little, hoping his friendliness would help to cover up the deep hollow he felt. "I don't think I ever got your name, did I? My name's Mawk, it's nice to meet you."