Cricket Creek Bog If you could fly then you’d feel south

Kyn lies there living his best life, not a care in the world at the moment as his purple-black tongue flops from his maw. Those deadly, pearly white teeth on display as well — oh how much blood they’ve spilled! Yet his surprise visitor doesn’t know this, though if she’s smart enough she could probably guess from his appearance alone. He’s littered with scars that reveal black skin beneath. He looks like a wild animal, a beast. 

He’s distracted until he’s not and his eyes are caught on the movement int he corner of his eye. Shooting his gaze towards it he finds the most beautiful of she wolves. A tall, not quite dainty female of khaki and different shades of chocolate and coffee. He could see her stunning jewel like eyes from where he sits and he can’t help but stare. 

Then he’s realizing that she’s acknowledging him with a curt nod of hers. He smiles then and he’s sure she just wants to keep going but he truly cannot help himself. An opportunity to speak with such a beautiful shewolf would be wasted if he just let her off the hook all willy nilly.

Just as her eyes leave him he raises himself into a seated position as to not startle her by standing. He faces her, his boxy snout and barrel chest turned in her direction. 

“I haven’t seen you around here yet. Who might you be, dear?” He asks smoothly. Politely enough not to be considered rude with his charming smile.