Ouroboros Spine the life we live is by choice, not by force

A new face was quick to join them, taking a step in beside the guardian woman. By Shikoba's reaction alone, it was evident who the wolf was. 

The title as a moonwoman suited her. Pale, white tufts encased her skeletal, leaving no limb untouched by the serene tone.

Although the scarred guardian offered a regard of respect, the behemoth would not do the same. He was a stranger to them and therefore did not share the same relations. Who was he to bow to a leader who was not yet his own? It was not then did he have the place to do so.

Instead, he did dip his head low for a moment. He was no fool and so he would not allow her status in these lands to go completely unnoticed — loner or not. 

A pleasure to meet you. Words finally came, following the slow lift of his snout. 

No name was added to this greeting, as again, he did not find it appropriate to do so; especially being unaware of what he was and wasn't permitted to address her as.