Witson Ash
Witson, nodded and leaned against the younger she-wolf.
He growled when she named him 'Mr.' for no good reason, or was there?
The male spoke up. "My name is Witson!" He spoke outloud, before he calmed down and asked the she-wolf. "What such a young wolf doing out here in the Nox? Are you lost? What's you're name?" As much as he addmited to say, he was a very curious old wolf, who loved to ask questions like a young puppy.