Counting down...

Tempo waltzed along the beach, humming to his own tune. So absorbed in his thoughts he was that he almost crashed into the black wolf. "Oh...'ello!" he said brightly. He wasn't exactly the best socially. "Sooo...'oo you like...the view?" he asked smiling. He gazed at the fae happily, noting her beauty. "You're v-very p-pretty," he informed her thoughtfully. His stomach leaped, he was never any good around female wolves.