Stone Circle Tomorrow, open the door

The face was familiar, the scent was familiar, the name was not. Ezra didn’t return the male’s greeting, at least not with words. He smiled and swished his tail a bit, but words did not form in his mouth and as per usual he remained silent. However when questioned about his name, a quiet “Ezra” fell from his lips. It was one of the few questions he would answer verbally, if only because needed to. 

When things went silent again, Ezra awkwardly shuffled a bit closer and leaned in towards Mawk as if he was about to share a secret. “Can you fight me?” he asked with bright eyes, quickly adding on a “please” to try and persuade the male to follow through with the request. Poor word choice could cause a bit of confusion but Ezra meant nothing more than a friendly spar which was clearly hinted in his playful tone and lack of hostility.