Angelus was belly deep in awkward teenness. To the observer he probably looked promising, but all of that promise was strung out along a too long frame resting on too long, spindly legs. He looked like an amputee spider. To top it all off, his voice was all weird. The boy might not have minded it had he not seen his dad snigger at him the last time he howled. Sometimes it was right, but half the time it dipped weirdly low or broke in the middle of speaking. He didn't like it. It made the usually exuberant boy want to give up speaking until it sorted itself out.
Up ahead the slinking form of a much smaller wolf suddenly jumped out at him. Maybe it was the mist or maybe he hadn't been paying attention, but Angel found the sudden appearance a bit startling. He jumped and then recovered quickly. Hopefully the stranger hadn't seen him start. Clearing his throat to rid himself of his heebie jeebies, the boy announced his presence with a simple, "Um, hello there."
