Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

Her friendliness invited him to relax, and so he did. Straightening out, he placed himself beside her and lay down to sniff at her leg, giving it a small lick to taste any possible infection and clean any possible wounds. The female claimed to feel a little better, and she seemed okay, so he went on with the conversation she stirred up. It surprised him a little, but was glad she seemed at least okay with the hybrid. 
            "I enjoy night walks, and I like the rain too. Perhaps you'd like some company? Or perhaps you'd rather come take cover in my den? It isn't far."
The pile of rocks Harley had claimed as his own was within sight, not so much hidden among the rocks as his den was, literally, the rocks. They'd fallen in a good place, creating an opening in the middle big enough for two wolves to fit snugly.