Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

Blue eyes watched as she pawed at the creature, claws pulling away few feathers with each stroke given. A small smirk sprawled its way across his silver and white muzzle, his stare watching as she gradually brought head up from looking at her prize. Van's gray ears arched right away, a top his head as the sound of her voice filled the brief silence, the brute tilting his head with a grin, ”Leikos. “ He repeated to himself once over, temporarily dismissing her question of his own name as his bushy, silver and ivory tail gave a flick to the side behind him.

Van gradually straightened his posture, a singular ear twitching as he smiled once more, black lips soon parting as few words spilled from his tricolored maw, ”I'm Van.” He slowly licked his lips as he then fell silent, the wolf fully aware that he had only offered Leikos half of his name. This being a continual thing the brute did with others.