Neverwinter Forest Breathless

Kerberos’ hope, though he had been aware it had been foolish, had proved to be futile. Sea-green eyes peered around him sheepishly when she called out to him. Yeah, Kerberos thought sarcastically, Great hiding place, Kerb,. She had invited the conversation with her simple, inquiring ‘hey’ and now, social society dictated that he had no choice but to indulge her. Ears thrust forth on his skull as a soft, barely audible sigh snaked it’s way from his flared, leathery nostrils. The girl’s posture was neutral and, at least, she was giving him plenty of space. The amazon/siren prince spawn was grateful that she’d acknowledged that he was (maybe not socially awkward) not exactly looking for conversations. It didn’t matter if, really, that Kerberos didn’t look for them but that they found him anyway; and while Kerberos classified that piece of truth as rude, it wasn’t meant to be sure. The nameless girl continued on with a little explanation of scenting him and finding him to say ‘hi’.

Despite himself, Kerberos found this sort of fishy suspicious. Who tracked someone down just to say ‘hi’? Obviously, Kerberos did not stop to consider that this was usually how these things happened, mostly because he wasn’t the type of wolf that went searching for social situations. He blinked at her, feeling the bizarre look that was perplexing as it crossed his muzzle. “Uh,” Pause was given. “Hi?” This was really awkward. Or was he the only one that felt it? A lot of things were awkward for Kerberos. He was just, still, an awkward creature. Not physically awkward anymore but mentally, now as he stumbled through the abysmal transit of teen to adult thought processes. He was trapped in that cocoon with no idea what he would be when he finally emerged from it. “Sure.” In truth, he had a lot of moments, too many, actually. It was curiosity that kept Kerberos grounded and pushed him to let her know that he did, indeed, have time to spare for her.