Shadow Mountain But you and me were more like a disaster

Jean-Pierre tends to be a gambler.

In all honesty, this stranger could get defensive about the space, and it would be the worst time to flee from a fight. Thankfully, it's his lucky day. The man opens his door to him and wiggles over so there is just enough space for the small wolfdog to curl up next to him.

Thanks, man. The beige prince smiles. Dude got a weird way of talking, but Jean-Pierre kind of likes the unfamiliar. So he arches an eyebrow and gives a huffed, brief laugh.

Oh yeah, I love being soaked on some rocky mountain in the middle of nowhere. Despite the words, his tone remains light and amused. He crosses his paws, and shifts so red eyes roam the stranger. Thankfully I seem to be in good company.