Firefly Glen I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe.

It was inevitable that someone would notice him and in this case it was a ginger wolf with a distracted look on their face; the fluttering of a fragile smile came next, which Mesa noticed only because the call of their voice drew his attention. He wanted to leave immediately but the stranger was quicker than him and came striding over.

Hello, he said in response, somewhat gruff. They looked a bit like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, or as if they were on their way to explore an elephant graveyard without permission, not that Mesa was going to judge them. You uh... Going out? the boy asked in an attempt to be social, but found even as he asked this, he didn't really care for the details; none of his business and all that.