Frostfire Ridge a last minute man of faith

dumb boy with an instant crush ahoy~

it was not a moonglow wolf he found, at least, arius didn't think so. regardless she was a wolf all the same — about his own age if he had to guess, though he couldn't be certain aside from that she was surely not yet a yearling. but that was not the most striking thing about her. as it stood, with multiple half-siblings and fellow cubs, arius was rather used to seeing wolves around his own age. no, it was her coat; a vibrant palette of a setting sun. creams and reds and browns.

frostfire ridge in an entire color palette.

and he was entranced —

realizing that he looks a bit like a spooked cat, he eases the tension in his muscles and smooths his hackles.

uh, hi, arius greets; regretting the words as soon as they're out of his mouth because they sounded entirely too lame and a lot more high pitched than he'd have liked.

are you from moonglow? he asks then, assuming that it was a good place to start — forgetting that he probably should've started with his name first.