I'll Be The Devil, You'll Be The Sinner

Woof Alacrosse would spin his body around at the sound of an excited yip behind him. His hazel eyes would fall on an orangely tanned wolf, his neck draped in black down along his chest, a white cross shape meeting between the firey orange and black. He sort of reminded him of a fox, with his coloring and markings. Woof would look at the male, smiling softly and bowing his head in a greeting. Well, it didn't really matter if it was this wolf who had heard him howling. ?My name is Woof. Woof Alacrosse, and your's, lad?? He would ask, tail swiftly moving in a soft rhythm. He seemed nice, and Woof liked his vibe. His scent was also enticing, the brown and grey man continuously sniffing the air- not getting enough of it.