Ankyra Sound Thank God for the haters

His muzzle turned at the approach of his packmate whose name he'd forgotten. Of course, he'd met his as expected when joined but he only learnt names if necessary. 
He gave the man a soft smile and a soft wag of the tail. He was welcome to sit and brood if he wanted. Or talk about his problems; he didn't mind. He could lend an ear and a paw if need be.

"How're you finding the day?" He asked when he came within earshot with a bit more of a grin. This place was doing strange things to him; making his facial muscles move differently. Where he'd usually offer a rude snarl and an f-bomb was replaced with a soft smile and a greeting. Furthermore, he felt like he should be taking care of other wolves around him more other than not and inquiring about their feelings rather than telling them what he felt -- in the past, it'd usually be a hefty grudge just for their face.
Either way, he was certainly different now.