Hoshor Plains Almost had it all.

Ira. He'd make note of that name and seek them out - maybe. Maybe it would be better if Dingo stuck to himself, or tagged along with this pretty girl for a while. Anything was better than roaming the wilderness; although he'd have a better chance of getting laid if he was a free bird, he supposed.

Whatever rude machinations passed through his thick skull, Dingo focused as best he could on what Soleil was saying and did not let his charm (nor his smile) drop. A pretty name for a pretty girl! He declared after, his tail a sickled blur of orange behind him as it wagged. Good to meetcha. Be great to meet this Ira fellow too, if ya think they'll find me pleasing to the eye - his brow wiggled a little, and Dingo watched the girl with an eager, expectant glimmer in his gaze.