Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

She seems content to know about his heritage and his previous pack — his father and mother. Her cute tail waves behind her back and his eyes almost peak behind her to catch the motion. His own curled appendage sweeping his hips as it wags a few times as well. This time he listens to her speak of her dog heritage and he tilts his head. 

“Shame isn’t it? Those who think dogs are weaker than wolves. I believe a mix of the two is even stronger than one or the other.” Then her heterochromatic gaze meets his own and he almost get knocked on his ass at her last sentence about his father. 

He can’t help but release a loud bark of laughter. “Dear, my father didn’t care what they were, as long as they were loyal to the pack. He was not a good man though. Rather he was quite the savage.” Like me, he leaves out. “I’ve taken over the pack for him since my previous pack got eradicated by two legs. I’ve moved here to start a new life with a new pack. There is another like us in my pack as well.” He offers the information to her aimlessly.