The Sunspire When the Sunset Meets the Shadow

Black ears tipped forward as the female in front of him whined, but she didn't speak. He wondered if she was a mute, he hoped not, he hated trying to figure out what another was saying, he was terrible with body language. Another one of those physical things he couldn't handle very well.

Jace stepped from the over hand his large black body gliding into the sunlight, lending a blue sheen to his obsidian depths. Here was yet another wolf he towered over, he was fast becoming used to it. In his home everyone was large, but here there were a lot of smaller wolves, it was interesting. Sometimes he didn't know what to do about it, but he took it with a grain of salt.

He returned the tail wag and dipped his muzzle M'names Jace.