Dragoncrest Cliffs Will be the day, a smile marking his face

His shy greeting was returned with a word that, unbeknownst to him, came from a different language. It sounded much the same to him and he didn't notice the difference. What he did notice was Tux's wiggling tail, and his picked up a gentle wag to match it. Since being separated from his family, the boy worried that he wouldn't find a connection like the one he shared with his siblings among Drageda's youth, but step one was so far proving successful.

"'Kay," said the shy coywolf as he straightened up with a thin smile. His life would have panned out so differently had his family not been displaced; he had once thought himself superior and found the company of others boring, but that was when his life was cushy and easy. It was amazing how much he craved company and acceptance now, in strange waters. "Whatcha wan' play?" Chase-the-surf was a good game, but there was no ocean here, and he hadn't played much since fleeing with his family from the bear. Part of him had sort of forgotten how.