Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

lord, he couldn't understand why the children in that area were so damn quiet. as the dark shadow took a step back to peer at him curiously, he caught the expression on her face and was unable to process it. buckshot blinked dumbly, still rooted to his place in the dirt. a wiser man would have realized that she might not have been comfortable with words. it was unfortunate for astara that she was stuck with the intellectual equivalent of a bag of rocks.

“don' ya'll teach yer kids how to talk ou' hea?” he asked her with a slight cant of his head. at this point, though, the girl had gone back to sniffing along his neck. the thick ruff seemed to react instinctively and rise upward. buckshot knew the customs for greeting a stranger, but he was relatively unnerved that this young pup was doing it without uttering a single syllable.