between a saint and a devil

Jace’s tail wagged as Bazi grew closer and he leaned forward brushing his muzzle across her shoulder in companionable presence. His scars that littered his pelt, were hard to see due mainly to the black coat her wore, they were there though and he knew it, and that was all that really mattered he supposed. He was doing well, gaining weight and living as best he could, the sunspire was actually a wonderful place.

Jace heard a quiet hello and he turned to looked back and dipped his nose to the newcomer. Hello Stranger. Yes it is a lovely day. He motioned for the femme to come closer as Bazi voiced the offer and he chuckled he turned towards her and shook his head, no she’s not one of ours. He shrugged then not sure where she was from, and he didn’t know the packs nearby enough to guess either.