Moonspear running up that hill

This man sure was a strange looking wolf.
Maggak's incisors graze against the ruff of Acrux's bony shoulder in passing affection before her gaze flips back to the intruder. Short, and yet skinny; a wide, blocky face and near concerningly large ears. She'd never seen anything quite like it! He all but stutters between her and Acrux, timidly examining them both, before he asks — where is their mother?
Maggak, decidedly, would have to play guardian.
She puffs out her shoulders, big and proud, and proclaims: None of your business! her paw juts out as if it were a reach for his chest, although she is nowhere near close enough to strike. What're you doing here? This is Moonspear's land.