Moonspear spiderlegs

The wolf that appeared slinking he barely knew; their interactions were far and few inbetween, and though Dirge knew how his existence to Moonspear began he did not have a name to place immediately to the face. So in lieu of a greeting by name he offered a wave of his tail, an extension that he could be joined if Gannet wished it so. Conversation, he thought, would surely aid it as well.

"You're becoming quite the climber," seemed a fair opener as his gaze ventured a look to the lame limb. "These slopes can be tricky at best even in the right conditions." Winter had barred Dirge from venturing too high and truthfully, he had stuck to where others dared to go than forge his own path on snowy ledges. He was no mountain goat, though the goats privy to Moonspear cared not where proper paths lay.

my favorite sort then! :D