Five nights at weeping woods

Otaktay smiled and looked the woman up and down. She was rather stunning to say the least, and her red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and his tail swayed back and forth slowly and freely. He was happy to hear that he did not disturb the dame, and was surprised that she was just here exploring. Funny. Most wolves would just pass through this place instead of stopping and admiring it, but, it was a place of beauty and difference, and the brute did not mind it at all.

"Renhett," He spoke, the name was quite nice as he spoke in his deep yet calm voice. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. My name is Otaktay, and my name is rather unusual as well as my fur color and markings. These markings are not painted on, they are my actual markings, and my parents had some as well for I was once a tribe wolf, but, I'm not from any tribe in these lands."