Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

The curse got a little smirk, barely tugging up the corner of their mouth. They didn’t know they could still scare others, what with the height and plodding gait.

Su cuy'gar They say, giving a casual wag of their own tail. Simran rocked their toes against the ground, trying to settle their weight.

You look dog, and Simran doesn’t know if that is an insult or a compliment. Their face turns slightly skeptical, before he continues, and Simran’s ears perk up, tilting their head to the side to look at the curve of their tail, before their eyes find the yellowed of the other dog influenced. Their tongue flicks out to curve over their nose.

Yes, partially. They picked up their foot to wiggle all six toes in plain view, before setting it back down.

You are..? A powerful looking canine, taller than even they, muscled in ways they understood, because of the same musculature that ran beneath their silver fur. A warrior, then, scarred as they. A kindred spirit.