Duskfire Glacier Down into the crypts

Malachi closed his eyes and breathed a drawling breath. Surely the vision would disappear once he opened them again - but when he lifted his lids the small wolf remained, and moving toward him now at an even gait. The man's form remained as foreign as before. The youth took a step back and felt a hot wave of embarrassment burn the skin beneath his fur. The man was no hallucination, and it took Malachi his all not to let his own ears slick back with the dawn of his foolish mistake.

Malachi found himself caught off guard, and it took him a moment to register Capricorn's greeting. "Ah - afternoon." The youth paused to gather himself. He felt a sudden awareness of his unkept fur, but let the discomfort burn only within. The newcomer carried himself with an air of confidence and respect, and Malachi was keen to meet him with the same. "I've not seen you around before - I'm Malachi, by the way." He tacked his name as an afterthought, remembering how he'd nearly forgotten to give it to Tyrr. He felt his head tilt to the side, but forced his gaze from studying the man beyond the perimeters of his face.