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it was a voice that rattled him from his own thoughts and forced him to whirl on a small figure. buck roamed her with a scrutinizing gaze - openly and unashamed - before he cracked a grin that revealed the gnarled yellow fangs beneath his lip. the cajun brute hadn't been fond of pups, but this little gator was about the sweetest thing he'd happened across since arriving in the new land. without much pause, the bear flagged his tail and turned around so that he could face her properly. her coloration was unique and the swamp scoundrel couldn't help but to focus on the contrasting apple green and burnt umber of her gaze. 

"well, i'll be! you's abou de sweetest thang i's come across," he exclaimed in a booming baritone. there was little shame in how loud or how large buckshot was; he expected everyone else to rise to his occasion. "what's yer name, darlin?" the cajun then requested with a pleasant twinkle in the argent color of his gaze. he lowered his skull some so that he didn't apppear quite as outlandish as he seemed.