Phoenix Maplewood locked in your own home

sorry for the wait!

The musing on names goes unaddressed, if noticed at all. Ah well. Instead the topic veers around the bend towards Dakota’s nose, and he can’t help but chuckle. If he’s still being sized up, points to Kaertok for being direct about this particular concern.

“I can’t smell,” Dakota says with a nonchalant shrug. It’s as easy an admission as his sordid past: “Had that well and beat out of me as a pup.” He’s been through worse since.

Somehow he doubts Kaertok will offer the usual condolences, but Dakota aims to spare them both the awkwardness with an advance deflection: “I’m part dog, in case you were wondering. Father was a wolf like yourself.” He has no clue what his father looks like, actually. The mix applies regardless. “I like to think I’ve inherited the best of both bloodlines.” If he had a tail, it’d be wagging; he knows how arrogant the comment sounds. All in good fun, though, yeah?