Whitefish River welcome to night city

"Oh. Hey there, buddy" New buddy, that is. A new face to remember, and a purpose once more. Fleeting as it was, Dorian couldn't help but grin widely. His tail beat against the ground at the other's presence, nose picking up the scent of a male. "can't sleep either?"

His voice was low to be considerate of the others in the pack. They were snoozing away, without a care in the world. Ah, bliss. Now that he had someone to quietly talk to, Dorian felt better. Especially since this was a new face to him. He liked - no, loved - meeting new wolves.