Otter Creek Lonely Rivers

He laughs easily at her first replies. “I almost did, huh.” He chuckles agreeing with how he almost ran her over. Then he gazes around them, the nice weather and the bright blue sky. “Isn’t it?” He says to her before setting his eyes back on her form. 

He watches her eye him down, he’s sure she’s looking at his dog like features. He has many after all. His smile remains as he allows her to gaze at him. He tilts his head slightly at her. “I’m fifty percent dog if you’re wondering.” He says to cure her curiosity. “So, you come from a pack then?”