The Grey

His eyes studied the male for a partial second before shifting his tawny weight, his ivory tipped muzzle ending down to his cinnamon shoulder before his teeth nibbled at an itch present. Soothed by this, one ear flickered in the direction of the voice of his companion before giving a derisive snort in sardonic agreement. He had enjoyed Muirrin’s company upon their first meeting.. and yet he had seen very little of her since.

“Well you have one brother still here,” he reassured with a swaggered smirk, knowing the cheesy line held true sentiment and yet still feeling almost ridiculous stating it. “Perhaps the pack will thrive and winter will not be so harsh on us,” he murmured lowly, his shoulders then lifting in a shrug as he settled back to his haunches.