The wolf, a spirit worshiper, knew nothing of Chaos Undivided, so he had no problems with the female. He himself was a child of the Spirit of Change, a chaotic creature if there ever was one, that was responsible for those little pieces of luck and misfortune that befell the world.<br/><br/>"Interesting salute. I don't believe I've seen the like around our fair village before. So, how do you do on this fine morn?" asks the wolf lowering himself down to her level, sparing a glance toward a motion in the lake, spotting the tail of the water dragon as it slips out of the water and onto the land. Moonfang can't help but grin at this. The dragon never was one for duty, a fact Felix complained about during the dry seasons.