Lake Rodney Beyond the archetype

She quite liked this male, she came to realize. She hated the stuffy sort, and he was nothing like that. He wasn’t too big on titles, he assured her, and she gave a slightly embarrassed grin. She noted that he had a similar feature to her; above both his eyes, he sported the same dots she had. Except that her’s was only above one eye, and not as clear as his. It was merely a passing thought, however, and payed it no mind.

He then proceeded to offer her a spot in his pack, making her believe that she had made a good impression on him. Mental congratulating herself on not being weir, she beamed, dipping her head. "I'd love to join you, if you'd have me!" she said, tail wagging. A home! Perhaps she would fit into this one, make some friends. She quite liked Sebasian, quite a lot. Perhaps she could find a friend in him.