done runnin down the moon

The touch of a shoulder against his own wasn't uncommon, what was, was the sweet, smokey scent that came along with it. He wasn't going to bury his nose in her fur and inhale like a creep, no siree, but he did stiffen momentarily as he tried to pick the scents apart, side eyeing the vibrant girl, noting that like him, she wasn't quite like the other wolves. It was something to consider later, when they didn't have statues screaming in their faces.

Corsair managed a smirk when she mentioned her mother yelling at them to come inside. "Mine jus' gets a look on 'er face and yer know not ter fuck around... But she doesn' seem ter mind us wanderin..."

A turned over ear flicked as he tried to figure out if it was getting louder, or if the wind that raked through his fur was blowing stronger. "Can't tell if it's gettin' louder or if th' wind is hittin' more o' 'em." he tipped his head towards the seeming forest of stones that surrounded them. "What do yer think this is about?" he dragged a dexterous paw over the raised carvings at the base of the stone. "Do yer think it's names?"

"speech"