Shadowwyn Moor Clair de Lune, L. 32

Finally got a reply out sob

Small head turned to the crunching of footsteps as the little wolf propped themself up on a stump to get a better view of whatever was coming, nose twitching like a rabbit.

Good evening, my friend, They greeted, sage eyes fixed on the movement of the foliage. The voice was warm, with a friendly tone, emphasized by a gentle wag of the wiry tail. However, underneath the short crop of fur, the body stayed tense, ready to bolt at any sudden movement.

My name is Moss, and I'm the caretaker of the children of Kvarsheim, He spoke again, folded ear perked atop his head, Could you tell me your name, please?