The pack scent abruptly grew stronger as a voice spoke a firm greeting and Hephaestus, blinking, began to once more pay attention to his surroundings. The wolf facing him was younger, darker, with striking silver markings to contrast his own copper and gold and a strong, graceful build equally at odds with his own burly form. He was aware of an unusual discomfort, slowly coalescing into the realization that - next to this girl - he felt... clumsy. Awkward. Too big, though she was already his height despite the age difference. "Hi..." he answered her greeting in a manner disconcertingly vague and dreamy for the placid boy, orange eyes captured by the bright green of her own gaze. "I'm... Hephaestus."
