Razorback Ridge Crumbled up and falling down…

Noctaryn’s ears perked slightly at the invitation, a flicker of surprise crossing his guarded face. The male’s offer was unexpected, and he couldn’t deny the allure of rest and safety, even if temporary. It wasn’t lost on him, either, that he may hear their songs a bit more intimately than on this ridge.

“Your generosity is… appreciated,” he replied cautiously, his voice carrying the weight of his hesitation, his paws shifting to ease the pain. “I have wandered for so long, the concept of a welcoming place is foreign to me.” In truth, any kindness was a foreign concept.

“If your pack is willing to accept a weary traveler, even for a short while, I would be grateful.” His silver eyes met the male’s, a mixture of hope and wariness reflecting in their depths.

His head dipped in a rather belated greeting, chains clinking with the movement. “I am Noctaryn. If I am to be amongst your pack, we must be a little less than strangers at this point, hmm? What do I call you?”