Sequoia Coast When the past catches up to you

Silver eyes keenly watched the small female and he returned her sweet smile with a smirk of his own and a slight tilt of his head; ears perked forward to listen for that pretty feminine voice of hers.
"Well met," she would say and gain a deep, raspy chuckle at her proper manner of speech. Though in a way it made him feel honored. Maybe because she was showing respect and though those who tried so hard to be proper as dicks rubbed him the wrong way, when it was done in this manner it was absolutely fine. It was just a calm, casual meeting with a stranger. He needn't worry about being dominated and having to watch his own improper ass so he didn't offend anyone.
"Pleasure t'meet y'Thistle," he returned kindly. Seemed she was relatively new here herself but had herself a nice fancy pack blessed with living on the coast-- she'd even come from a place like this. "Lucky. Must've been nice havin' a homeland like that. How's this pack of yers suitin' y', still able to live in such a nice territory?"