Ouroboros Spine aftaim

Dragomir was shaken from his reverie by a voice that was both soft and deep, and blinked down at the thick white cloud of a wolf, lowering his head in the process. While Dragomir stood taller than Adrastus, he guessed the other was a fair bit heavier. In fact, with that thick winter pelt enhancing his size, the man looked a little on the chubby side, especially compared to Dragomir, who came out of the winter alive, but evidently underfed.
I greet you, Dragomir parroted back, brows furrowing in a silent question. Was he doing it right? He had met various cultures in his time away from the Teekon Wilds, but this was the first time he received a greeting like that.
He didn't need to wait for Adrastus to ask more questions. There was something a little expectant about the man, and Dragomir was well-versed in border etiquette, even if he hadn't committed to any pack since Moonspear.
He turned his ears politely back and gave his tail a friendly whisk. Is this where Moonspear went? he asked. There was no scent of Hydra, Dirge, or any other member of her family here, which left their fate as a giant question mark, but there was definitely something here that reminded him of the mountain.