Hoshor Plains and i'm sorry that i lie when i talk to you

The rapid approach of another is hardly cause for concern. He stirs only barely, tail twitching and smacking against the ground briefly in acknowledgement as the wolf abruptly halts near him — too close for comfort, but he can't bring himself to care. He sighs through his nose, head lifting briefly when the wolf addresses him. The male's striking eyes catch his own tired gaze for a moment, and he lets his head drop again, trying and failing to force words from his throat. But the only thing that comes is a faint whine, soft and melancholy.