Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

Uly’s ghostly eyes side eye the coy wolf curiously when he hears the purr in his voice. Not at all malicious but most definitely something else. Then the wolf-dogs ears swivel and he holds his head up with that low chuckle he does at the others response.

“Ah, I see.” He nods with a playful smile. “What do you have for me then, Merrick?” He asks walking a few steps forward and spinning lazily back to face him. “Some kind of test? Can’t be that easy to join your little band of misfits, yes?” The wolf comments with a glint in his eye, though he likes to mess with the coy, he genuinely wonders what’s next for him.