Lone Star Mountain she dreamed of paradise

He perks up for a second at the mention of his family. Though it only says for a bit as he remembers how far they are. “They’re great.” He chimes. “They‘re mostly dogs. Actually they’re all dogs. I’m the only one with the blood of a wolf.” He looks to the wispy eared female, a hint of something more somber in his eyes now. “I miss them greatly, but it’s only a matter of time before I can get them here. It’ll come sooner or later.” He shrugs, confidence still shines upon him, eager to find his family a suitable home. 

He follows her gaze and notes the change in aura as she glances into the blind darkness of the cave. “Scared of the dark?” He asks with his normal, moderately chipper voice. “I can help you. Maybe take you to that beautiful assortment of crystals that are in there.” He offers confidently.