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oh why HELLO (◕‿◕✿) [size=xx-small]also you should know i really like vehiron okay <3[/size]

The stranger's nails clicked against the rocks like the ticking hand of a clock, warning Goldry of his approach well ahead of time. He swept his ears back, listening, and his black nose ferreted out the stranger's potent scent amidst the many pungent odors on the damp air. As the yet unknown Tartok wolf sidled from the shadows, Goldry spied warily over his shoulder to see him: a sleek and swarthy man with burning blue eyes and fine white trim from chest to tail. He was lithe and elegant, with a sort of shaggy nape to soften his scarred face. He was handsome, yet Goldry felt oddly disquieted by him.

Goldry raised his tail at the other's approach, and kept his focus on him even as he glanced back at the misty wood below. He flexed his claws against the bare rock and rubbed his teeth together in silent contemplation. He was alert and fully prepared for trouble. Other males set him on edge.

“Yes,” he agreed, and, after a breath, turned to face Vehiron properly.

He saw, then, a familiar softness about the other's face and pose, as if he rejected sleep though it dogged his steps. Goldry knew that feeling well; it haunted him all the prior year during his travels. He gave his Tartok brother a little, empathetic smile, and though Goldry relaxed, his senses were still sharp and firmly fixed on his new companion. “Trouble sleeping?” he asked.