Moonspear Heal me, I'm heartsick.

A distant bark echoed off the stone around him, stealing his attention from the thought of creature comforts in the woods. His gaze alighted on the source immediately as another departed the relative cover of timber—the lad with the dark mask on his face. It was an unusual marking, but Dirge had seen his share in travels. Moonspear itself was home to several obscure designs, barring himself who stood out like a sore thumb in contrast to the rather bleak palette.

Concluding his descent as the wolf approached, Dirge took note of the submissive behavior that was present. Amusement found itself working onto his features, though he found it a touch confusing. He never thought himself an imposing figure but since the opportunity presented itself Dirge took on the role with a stiff wave of his tail. Friendly, but with reservations.

"We meet again," he commented. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

a-ok with me! and my thought on snagging this was because nyx isnt near here haha.