Moonsong Glacier No other matches your scene

He wasn’t sure if any of the wolves who had found him had checked in on him at night, but he found their scents fresh all around him. One in particular grew stronger, and he recognized the woman immediately when he saw her. She moved with the gracious poise of a leader, though she still looked relatively young in his eyes. 

His tail waved and his expression softened into a somewhat guilty smile as he moved forward to meet with her. Sheepishly, he kept his gaze indirect, though his expression was soft. ”I uh, greet you too- fortunately I’m in a better state to do so this morning compared to, uh…” Right. He from the sourness of his own breath, he could tell he’d been sick the night before. He tried to keep his muzzle low so that the kind woman wouldn’t have to smell the lingering aroma of stomach acid and crab apples. 

”I apologize, is what I mean to say,” He said, shaking away a bit of his awkwardness to cut to the point. ”And I’m very grateful for your hospitality, Uhm….”

He couldn’t even remember her name- and gritted his teeth together quietly.