Honeyed Pasture there are people who are pushing me on the train

Steadily, the man leant to take a drink after offering a friendly wag of his tail. Remmy watched on apprehensively, though was slightly less tense after the stranger showed he was amicable enough. Still, the boy was cautious of any and all wolves outside of his own family and so stayed on the opposite side of the stream, poised and ready to run at a moment's notice should the other give him any reason to.

The older male gave his name and, out of courtesy, he responded. "Remmy, sir." The words were stiff and curt, orange gaze fixated on this Steady. What an odd name.