Otter Creek Pray or Prey

“Is she missing?” He could not help that his gaze softened slightly on the smaller wolf. In one way or another, the two traveling siblings were always missing from each other. Still, they seemed to find their way back. Flicking his ears back slightly, the larger male shook his head to her. “No,” he responded plainly. As long as Moz was still in the Teekon area, she was not considered missing. And he was, in no way, her keeper. She was allowed to go and come at her leisure. It did not stop him from worrying, however. “Her name is Moselotte,” he answered, in regards to her second question. “Moz,” he then added with a slight cock of his head to the left. It was a very rare occasion that he called his sister by her full name. Even in their younger years, she had always been Moz. “And I am Kierkegaard.” He blinked slowly, drawing his ears so that they would face forward once more. His eyes scanned her face for a few long seconds before he opened his mouth and gaped uncouthly. “And… what is your name?” Kierkegaard’s voice was slow, as though he wasn’t entirely sure how to word his question properly. His brows narrowed on his forehead and he frowned slightly, awkwardly.