Blackfeather Woods rather sleep than stay awake

A bark pulls him out of his thoughts, and turned to see someone heading towards. She’s a familiar face, it’s rather hard to forget. He’d never seen someone with such a radiant coat in his life. It caught him off guard before, now, and it probably continue to do so in the future.

Anxiety rose from the pits of his stomach—it always does when he’s around new people—but he managed to smile. O-of course. Hoping to avoid any awkward pauses, he adds: We haven’t met formally yet, have we? I-I’m Phillip.