Moonspear Nowhere plans for nobody

When Lennon was off in his dream-like melodies it often took a lot to pull them out, and the threatening growl of another definitely did so. Suddenly he was back in the wintry cold, bitterness biting his nose and paws. Though, he was distracted from the nipping frost and instead more focused on the sudden chance of combat. Instantly, the young wolf altered his stance to be a bit more loose, making sure not to come across aggressive in anyway. ”Hello,” He offered a cheery greeting. His honey eyes scanned over the female before him, it was very evident of her high position. 

”I don’t mean to cause any trouble, aye. Simply hoped to chat, in any case you might want a new face around.” He offered. His stance was neutral, not wanting to completely submit to someone he may never have to again. ”Hope that’s alright with you.”

His ongoing radio was muted, now his mind was only on the stranger. He hoped to avoid conflict as much as possible, he cared not for fighting and bloodshed. It all proven distasteful to him, of course some situations there ought to be some. 

A subtle smile laid on his muzzle, only to show he held the possibility of a beneficial interaction, instead of a pointless or brutal one.