Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

The brown she-wolf wasn’t perturbed by his initial rumblings, and Argent hung his muzzle lower in a mollifying manner, icy gaze sweeping over her, unreadable in that moment otherwise. She addressed him—sleepily—a yawn and half-hearted gesture that sparked quiet amusement in the otherwise silent man.

At her comment, he stole a glance around, considering—the snow and ice glinted in the waking light, ensuring a winter wonderland. The trees hung loosely with it—frosted and quiet as they slept the winter away. This was a climate and land Argent was comfortable in, and he offered a quiet chuff in agreement. “It is—but you don’t seem to be a morning person. Unless I’m mistaken?” Gentle teasing—still trying to find his footing with the wolves of the mountain.