Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

He doesn’t know Florian enough to catch the near slip up. Maybe if he did, he would have clued in, but (un)fortunately it passes over. The wolfdog gives a nod off his head, and an approving smile.
You will, he says softly, if ya had to ask me, I bet there’ll be more than just one friend, too. Florian so far seems sweet and chill—the sort that others would flock to. He just hopes it’s the right sort of people, and not like the ones he’s long left behind.