Sunbeam Lair Little lights

Golden eyes fell upon a midnight wolf with scarred face. He could smell babies and milk and pack. He tilted an ear back and another forward unsure what to say. They were on neutral ground so it wasn't a big deal to meet like this, but his words failed him.

Until her voice rang out with the stirrings of a language lilting a bit like his, but also so very different.

'ello. I be Etienne.