Moonspear running up that hill

the strange wolf spoke, and acrux's ears splayed forward with attentiveness. his nose scrunched like a rabbit as he tried to assess what exactly this creature was. the stranger did not look or smell familiar. there were no traces of neighborly packs from what the boy could recognize. there was only the unknown. 

his sister swept by his side, and though he allowed her to take the lead, acrux purposely positioned himself to have his shoulder press against the porcelain of maggak's hip. a silent communication that he was right there, ready to back her up should she need it. 

while his counterpart questioned the odd canine, acrux looked on with an inquisitive gaze. after a moment, he leaned forward to ask, "what is he?" in the tongue of anaa. spoken in a different language to purposely exclude the stranger from their conversation.