Moonspear Trying to hold on

Of course—he looked oddly similar yet different to them. Though anxiety coursed through his veins, he answered calmly, My mother was a wolf, and my father was a dog. I lived in a family pack with them before we were... Separated. Did these wolves have a prejudice against dogs? He prayed to some deity that they did not, tail tip waivering uncomfortably. It's a pleasure to meet you, Charon, He added courteously with a bow of his head, though Bernard couldn't be sure yet if this were true.