[He growls again, just to be sure, but settles down. Moony, and that's what his favorite people call him, but he's never heard it while as a wolf. He quite likes the sound of it, though, just as much as he likes the clawed hand offered to him.
He noses against it, whining-- the anger is there, hot and sharp, buried beneath his affection. But for now, he snuffles against him, pleased to have the company. Good good good, and he worms closer to Isaac, until they're pressed together.]
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He noses against it, whining-- the anger is there, hot and sharp, buried beneath his affection. But for now, he snuffles against him, pleased to have the company. Good good good, and he worms closer to Isaac, until they're pressed together.]