Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

Hviske was never one to be loud or talkative; quite the opposite. He shrank into his pelt, let others talk before himself, and genuinely tried to be helpful in the background. The yearling wanted to be seen more than heard at times, and this was one of them. 

But he'd never seen a canine quite like this one. He wasn't sure what she was, although he was very sure that she wasn't a wolf. Wolves could be all sizes, but either she was half-grown or she simply... was rather smaller than himself. 

And she spoke to him, which made his eyes go a tad wide and he shuffled his paws away on instinct. It had been a while since anyone had said hello to him, mostly because he hadn't quite met all who had taken him in yet.

Hello- a whisper, gentle waves licking a new shore. A curious, almost wary head tilt. I didn't... see you there...