Stone Circle my middle name, my goodbye

The sound of Valette's voice caused golden brows to crease together like a scar between his eyes, leaving silence to linger as a pallid ghost beside him before attempting to roll his head around and peer at her as her nose made soft contact with his muzzle. Though he'd been content to wallow in his own self-depricating dispair, the gesture was somewhat welcome and he appreciated the sudden pull from his thoughts. Thoughts could be dangerous.

"Valette," he murmured, lifting his head from the ground before dipping his chin with respect; no matter his woes, she was still his alpha, and, he hoped... his friend. He was in dire need of friends, when even the wolves of easthollow seemed distant from himself.