Dew Turns to Frost

He took in the name of the she wolf just as he had taken the pups. After her words left her mouth he felt a bit of a shift in energy. He caught a glance from Levi, his smaller form seeming to distance himself from Kypsis. He shrugged it off. He was glad that he got a smile from the pale maiden, he wondered if that was something she gave out often. He did not have an incredible amount of time to think about her and her response, quickly afterward a howl split the silence.
His attention was drawn to the figure that leant their voice to them from the wood. It was a sorrowful melody that touched his ears, he wondered internally why it should be so mournful. He let his head fall into a position adequate for a howl His own song joined with hers, wondering if she was there under the same cause as he. Such a grouping of random wolves was a bit odd.