Lost Creek Hollow On the backseat were scratches from

His laughter was short-lived and faint, but earnest. He was easily flattered, but also easily flummoxed by attention even when he drew it to himself. 

He considered the missing girls, but knew he could not dwell on their absence too long or he would begin to imagine the worst had come to pass, and that he would never find any sign of them. He was surprised to find that Ash Star was a devout wolf, seemingly so faithful that she even had an altar to pray at. This piqued his interest. 

”Who do you pray to?” He asked, unschooled in particular faiths, but willing to learn more about them.