Moonspear sunspot moondog

Slavik waited in his submissive stature as she analyzed him, watching with his sunlit eyes as the resolve crossed her face. He relaxed some, his ear flicking when she said she hadn’t realized he was new. It’s ok, I haven’t been here that long. I came with my friend Speedy, he said, mentioning his friend as perhaps they were already acquainted. Her next statement was like a warning, and a pretty intense one at that. He was not expecting this, but he should have. Most wolves he’d encountered here so far, had adopted this same strict tone. They’d made it clear that he was not trusted until he’d earned it.

Oho k, got it. I’ll make sure not to be disloyal then, he said with a good natured yet slightly sheepish smile. He dragged a big floppy paw through the dirt and asked, so umm, what’s your name? You seem pretty important so I should probably know right? he said with a half smile and a shake of his mane.