Jade Fern Grove how are you so basic?

A few steady steps further and a voice called out to him, giving him pause. Pasha raised his head to scan over the grass, an ear cocked to listen while the other did its own investigation of the sounds around them. It did not take him long to spy out the flash of white against the dreary, damp wood, but the recognition did not come to him until the rest of the canine's words had reached him.

Pasha's brow furrowed at the question, the intent of it clear that sit with him well. "You again!" he answered, though it was hard to say if he was surprised or annoyed. "What do you want?" Wasn't that what he was supposed to, right? The comment was left to slide off, though the ire in him was left to linger in its wake. Girls were icky, okay, and when it came down to it Pasha really didn't know a lot of them that he wasn't related to, anyway.