Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

As the eyes of the male fell upon him, their eyes locked for a few moments. One spoke of a fiery passion for family, the other silently mimicked the icy snow underneath their paws. The snake almost grinned, but his self control bit it in the bud and smiled instead.
Hello, stranger. It is nice to meet another one. There are not many wolves that I have come across. My name is Lonzo. Sitting his thick body down, his excitement inside of him boiled up like a putrid liquid as he noticed subtle similarities between this one and his wife. His face and gaze remained friendly as a small soft laugh escaped his maw. Excuse my laugh. It's just been a while to come upon a friendly face.