Ouroboros Spine if the light that shines some day goes out

He felt for a moment that the male might ask for space. He exhaled softly and flicked his ears forward, hoping to merit a positive reply so that he might learn more of the wolves who had come from the Glen, and see that they were settling in. While he seemed somewhat standoffish, Adrastus felt he had every right to be. Those who had suffered displacement from the landslide lost more than the physical space they had once called home. He had heard Kukutux and Sialuk singing their songs to the dead; when he looked at Antares's face, he thought he could hear the faint echo of a heart that did the same. 

"I greet you," He said with calm reverence and a bow of his head. Ranked independently of the Moonglow wolves, yet welcome guests of the wisewoman meant that they were to be afforded respect automatically, he thought. "I am Adrastus," He said. He did not claim any title as he saw his ill-fitting rank not fit for mention. He also felt it was unimportant to their guests how he fit in with the pack, so long as he was a gracious and welcoming host. "Do you settle here comfortably?" He asked. The man had come from the lake, as was obvious- but something about his slow movements made him appear bone-weary. He was left wondering if the male had a comfortable place to rest while he recovered with Moonglow.