Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

he hesitates, unsettled by the arrival of yet another wolf of the spine. even more, this woman carries with her a certain stride that causes his fur to bristle. uncomfortably.

suddenly, masa can't help but feel forced into a difficult situation. his fur bristles faintly, a subtle ripple beneath the snow-dusted black of his pelt, as though his body betrays what his silence seeks to conceal. he dare not admit he would appreciate sanctuary from the elements, so his head lowers against a white-streaked chest, eyes flickering hesitantly between the two.

he says nothing, only offers a grunt in response. he does not meet their gazes fully, does not offer the answers they might expect.