Razorback Ridge Something Quicker Than Heaven

Collision was a man that possessed what he observed to be a rare trait. He had never reached a point where he felt he knew enough. Wether it be a technique he could perfect (there was always room for improvement). Most seemed set in their ways. He enjoyed quiet observation and while in some ways he was narrow minded--it was arguable he could be quite open minded. 

 She seemed curious about his question, alas, she would play along and that made him slightly happy. His tail wavered side to side, slowly, behind him. "I think the packs are a good place to start....I don't intend on being a loner forever. This purposeless is daunting," He felt uncomfortable about the admittance, but it was the honest truth. He wasn't good at living without a purpose. 

 Collision would relax before her. His muscles were unwound and his rear legs would fold beneath him so that he could sit before her. An attempt to remove all trepidation from their meeting was made by the male.