10-30-2018, 01:28 PM
“Right. Your tan.” Thatcher snorted and shook his head, more water dripping from his muzzle at the movement.
Truth be told, he was a little shocked he’d happened to run across someone so open, someone so ready to /not/ attack him simply because he was a foreign wolf. Despite his outward personality, Thatcher was almost always anxious about new encounters. It hadn’t always been that way, not before his mother’s untimely death.
“Ah... I’m new, s’ppose. Just my sister an’ I.” He huffed. “She’s... out, I think. Got bored m’self, so I thought I’d poke around.” Thatcher tipped his head. “You live around here, I take it?”
Truth be told, he was a little shocked he’d happened to run across someone so open, someone so ready to /not/ attack him simply because he was a foreign wolf. Despite his outward personality, Thatcher was almost always anxious about new encounters. It hadn’t always been that way, not before his mother’s untimely death.
“Ah... I’m new, s’ppose. Just my sister an’ I.” He huffed. “She’s... out, I think. Got bored m’self, so I thought I’d poke around.” Thatcher tipped his head. “You live around here, I take it?”