Ouroboros Spine ❁ He tells me that I'm pretty, don't know how to respond

Massaraq was slowly settling back into life in Moonglow. And yet he felt a difference. He was not full grown, but the months had passed quickly and he was quickly attaining a size that he had thought on a distant horizon. His hunting had improved, though not by much. And he felt something had settled in his chest, floating on top of his blood, and quieting the rasp of his lungs. He was once again surveying the edges of the territory, when further in he heard the sound of words.

Arcing away from his intended path he approached curiously. "Hello?" The wolf he came across smelled of Moonglow but was not familiar. He had thought he had known most of the wolves that called the pack home, but he was fairly sure he had not met this one yet.