Wild Berry Meadow dread doctor

She's uncertain, and Deimos can't fault her. His humor is often lost on people, especially strangers. He's quick to give a light smile to chase away her doubts. He's friendly, see?

Deimos watches as Elve lightly steps close to him. He notes her steps are nimble, but they're also cautious. He's wondering what makes a wolf step that way. Almost like she expects being struck any moment. His posture is way too relaxed for that, it radiates a looseness that says he's far too invested in being lazy to ever rise again.

His smile must have done the trick, because he can detect a faint grin of amusement wrapping the corner of her lips. "Of course," Deimos purls, canting his head to the side. "The sleeping man's name is Deimos." He's quiet long enough for that to sink in. It's surprisingly satisfying that Elve was keeping up with the game, and Deimos doesn't want to ruin it. "Does the woman who wakes sleeping men have a pack?"