Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

He was so intent on chasing the squirrel he hadn't been watching where he was going- something unlike him. He was still adjusting to his newly altered sight. Thankfully his mouth was useable again. The hanging bit of what was left of his lip was shrinking away.
At the quiet gasp he looked up, self conscious over his scars...He wasn't the type to want to frighten wolves he wasn't planning to kill. 
She was pretty, for a shewolf, her wide eyed stare giving her an aura of innocence. She was also younger than him, by at least a year or so, with the long legs and gangly appearance of a yearling. "Sorry. I really should learn to watch where I'm going. Uh...Hi. I'm Memory."