Bearclaw Valley the sleeper

Oddly enough, Avicus' silence reminded Ashlar of his father's quiet company. It helped to put the young wolf at ease and he straightened a little, enough to offer her a tentative smile.  Hi.

He didn't really have anything to say outside of that.  He was proud of himself for that much, and his tail waved slightly as he took a step towards her.  She hadn't come right out and told him to get lost, so he had hope that she was friendly.  Even better, she looked similar to his own age.  She was at least closer than the other wolves he'd met so far.  He wondered if she liked singing, but was too shy right now to find out.  First he would see if she wanted his company.