Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

Ay the lightest twitch of the others mouth his smile seems to grow. At least it seems like he’s entertaining them somewhat. Which is good news for him. Though he’s not particularly against women beating him up, mainly cause he likes it when women are rude to him, he does appreciate a carefree conversation every once in a while. 

Yet when they speak, it’s words the Grandmaster cannot place. This shows in his slightly perplexed expression, a silent question in his eyes at her foreign words. Though he’s got no clue what they said, he assumes they mean well. Or at least nothing malicious he can tell. He can’t help but be attracted to it though, he’s always loved it when another speaks a foreign language to him.

Though when he compliments them, it seems they’re unsure if it’s going to lead to a comment as nice as the one he offers. He’s not lying. He enjoyed the company of dogs and mutts alike. Almost the entirety of his old pack was made up of dogs. It’s good to see an unfamiliar familiar face if they know what he means.

When their eyes meet his and he sees the flick of a tongue move over a moist nose chuckles when they lift their paw to show off their extra toes. At that his eyes grow a fraction wider with amazement. 

“Wow. You’ve got so many toes.” He exclaims easily, a cheeky smile tilting his mouth upwards. “Very fucking cool.” He chuckles genuinely. He kind of wishes he had extra toes to show off. He bets it’s a cool party trick. 

You are…? He tilts his head. Is she asking for his name? The breed of dog he is? His brain is wild with thoughts so it bounces this way and that at the slightly vague question. 

So he assumes she asks for his name, maybe he’d tell her about his dog half as well. 

“Kynareth Deagon,” He dips his massive head a pinch. “alpha of the Saints. I’m half Akita.” He offers just in case they know their dog breeds. “You are?” He parrots back with a smirk and a playful twinkle in his eyes.