On and on

The tiny wolf had been curled into a corner when he heard his masters call. Part of him was upset that his near slumber had been interupted, however he was always inclined to answer the call no matter what. Crawling out of his place and having his master introduce the newcomer Seven would only glance and then turn back to the ground. It was taught this in politeness. He knew that eye contact wasn't allowed unless it was welcomed by those he was listening to. His lack of speech caused him to simply whimper in response. A greeting of sorts as he timidly wagged his tail. Seven even crawled closer, offering a lick to Ray's paws as a greeting.