Blackfeather Woods stop and smell the roses

He watched as the girl rolled onto her stomach, stood up and smiled. The Dragonblood laughed softly at her words, the noise rumbling out gently from his chest, eyes of fierce ocean blue studying her, holding a gleam of amusement. "Not really, darling. I simply state what I see and what I believe to be true. Can't a man compliment a lady sincerely?" It was nice to be around wolves once more, in a pack where hopefully he could befriend everyone and have no enemies though that was usually not possible. There were madmans and crazed lunatics and psychopaths that he simply could not befriend. Truthfully, he doubted anyone could befriend them.

"I'm Kelorth, lowest ranked around here." The ghost dipped his head politely, his body posture one of a lower rank though it somehow still managed to appear proud. Her next words however, confused the young male but he did not let it show, instead cocked his head sideways in a birdlike manner and asked, "I know not of the culture you speak about. What is it?"