whoomp there it is

Some part of him knew she was lying. Unless she existed without a scent, he knew that this girl wasn't staying here. But, she said it was her cave, and that he could share it, which lit his fire. He traced his teeth with his tongue, thinking devilish thoughts to himself. Now now, boy. "Hmm, I can't say that I do, but now I know what I've been missing out on." He purred, responding to her smile and relaxed posture. He couldn't help the sway of his charcoal-dusted tail, couldn't hide his warmth.

He wondered who she was. She didn't look familiar at all, but that had been the case ever since he left home. Most wolves where he grew up were soft, warm-toned. Certainly no pretty blue markings, or .. scales? "My name's Hudson, by the way… any chance I could learn the name of the generous owner of this mysterious, glowing cave?"