Heron Lake Plateau got a touch like a thorn

He was met by the same she-wolf he had come upon during his last visit along the Hinterlands, and his piercing eyes studied her, though he gave no sway to what emotion might have held him in that moment. It was hard to forgot the unique patterns of the girl before him--and how laid back she seemed to be, which, if he was honest, was what had encouraged him in the end to return.

Looking down to the offering, he felt his lips curl up in a boyish smirk before he lifted his wolfish brows, his cream snout tipping up toward her. "That was your specialty. And a pretty smooth move," he complimented lightly, the rumble of his unused voicebox likely lost on her, though he hadn't figured that part out yet.

"I'm Pippin. I was wondering if you guys had room for another here?"