The Grey

Luka gazed at the male and his pelt made of splashed of colors. Luka watched as a smile raged across his face after Luka had offered to hunt for him. Whatever feeling of tense-ness Luka had, had before was gone. He let himself also fall into a smile, with his tail wagging.  Luka after hearing his response slightly dipped his head in understanding. The male then again stopped smiling but resumed after mentioning his name. "Good to meet you Scimitar." He pronounced, trying to sound informal. Luka wanting to start some type of conversation with his pack mate made a poor attempt at small talk. "So uh, how are you liking it around here?"