Sunbeam Lair A secret lost pet city on the moon

For a beat, it seemed like Mou was going to ignore Dragomir. The boy stepped back and watched with a sucked in breath as the man rose to his full height, revealing a conspicuous sweep of faint red on his side, before stepping away and flopping back down. Were he a little older, Dragomir may have interpreted this as a sign that he was unwelcome. Instead he stepped gingerly after Mou, taking care to stay on the side with a functioning eye. He did the same with Aurë; by now it was second nature to stay on her good side, so he did the same with this stranger.

There was an inherent shyness about him as he stepped slowly into the warmth of the sun. He frowned when the wolf mouthed something to him, something he didn't quite catch. Lip reading wasn't his forte, it turned out. He flinched nervously at the sound Mou made, then steeled himself. Cocking his head with an unsteady wave of his tail, Dragomir asked, wha's wrong? Can't ya talk? He wanted to know more about the band that smelled somehow foul and tainted, but he would need to devise a way to communicate that worked a little better than his guesswork.