Whitefish River stay awhile and listen

"Izumi" he tasted the name in his mouth, scrunching his face and taking proper care to say it right. Compared to his name, her's was exotic and unfamiliar. He liked it. It suited her in this moment. His head tilts. "what does it mean?" he asks the woman.

Shuffling his paws on the ground, he grins again. It momentarily lapsed when Izumi looks away, as if offended by something he had said. "I bet you have lots of fun stories from far away" Dorian presses gently "I like stories. Maybe you can tell me some folktales sometime?"

A pause before "I'll tell you some from my homeland too." It was only fair, right?