Verdant Basin wake up, it's a prison break!

Ears folding back at her outburst, he sure felt like he did something wrong. Well, yeah, but I'm new-er. At least that's what he thought. But if she found it strange, maybe Wren wasn't treated that way at the start.

The brunette continued, it brought a small frown to the man's face. Saddened by the news. They hate him for his fur colour? Such a thing didn't seem possible, it seemed so silly - sure he stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of earthen shades, a white shining beacon among them, but was that really enough to hate him for something he had no control over?

Is that really what they think? His shoulders slumped a little, eyes cast down to the ground, to his feet, to her feet. Won't they hate us more if we leave like this? Can't I show them that I am good with some hard work? It would only solidify their hatred in the pair if they left, that much he was certain of.