Silver Creek A rose, beautiful and thorny

around came grayson, with his ears pricked and nose twitching quite curiously at the broad that was with lilac. oh-- what a beautiful specimen. his pale gaze locked upon her features as he approached, only to settle upon her face when she looked at him-- he wasn't being creepy, he was just quite awestruck. yes, he silently thought, this was the type of crowd that belongs in rosings. beautiful and charming. he offered a kind smile before looking to lilah and offering a small, acknowledging nod of his head.

"hey, lilah," he greeted, and then glanced back to the newcomer, ears perked and cupped towards her as he gave more of his attention to the newcomer, "and hello, stranger." with a gentle tilt of his muzzle upwards, grayson's ears gave one single flick. he assessed her only a moment more before continuing. "my name is grayson odolf," he said, tail giving a few friendly wags, "i will soon lead this territory along with my family. how can i help you?" what manners you have, grayson.