Ouroboros Spine got no bones

“Spine wolf? Do you greet all of your pack-mates that way?,” the wolf asked. In response, Dijax looked to the floor, the male's comment eliciting a grin from him. Maybe he thought he was better at English than he actually was. Oops.

Looking up the match his amber gaze with the golden one, he said, "I am not from these lands." He was going to say 'pardon', but there was no reason to be sorry. His speaking skills were sometimes off. He couldn't help it. If Dijax's accent was clear in his first sentence, it was even more so as he introduced himself. "Dijax Kedrov. Russian," he said.

The two toned wolf decided to leave it at that, not in the mood to speak the words that begged to tumble from his mouth. "You have gotten yourself in a bit of a prickle," he commented, his pun intended. It sounded so goofy coming out of his mouth, but Dijax was a nice boy, and he always tried to lighten the mood.