Pool of Moonlight

At the notion of her lenient voice did his muscular neck turn, leery eyes quickly turning tranquil. She seemed to allow his company alongside her own, and with that did he send a brief message of gratitude by following close to her flank -- a low rumble in his chest to signify his protection. He knew she didn't need it, any man with capable vision could see that, but he guarded nevertheless. For the woman before him was something to witness, and not wholly because she was as divine as a lamb was pure, more so on the fact she hadn't yet grown tired of his presence. She was extending her olive branch his way, the male would feast upon her kindness lavishly until she grew bothered of him. He knew it would happen eventually, it always did.  "The Spirit, huh? So you are the vigor of your pack -- the moral and heart." He nodded in understanding, pressing onward at her side at a respectful (yet close) length, pondering on her prior words.

She seemed interested in him, but it wasn't out of attraction, it was curiosity, and rightfully so. He knew her name, now her rank, and she knew nothing of him. In all honesty, he didn't know if he wanted her to learn much about his sorry ass, it might convince her that he was as worthless as he surely was. Still, Whit could be a lot of things, but a liar wasn't one of them. His moon-powdered eyes smiled upon her, voice bubbling from his maw like cooling magma. "I go by Whitfield, but if you listen close enough to the rest of the loners, you'll likely hear many other callings." There. Two birds with one stone. Now they'd shared the same amount of information.

atop his head a crown of thorns   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦