Bramblepoint Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

Finally, he would turn to look at Izumi, and her ink-welled ears perked up in suprise when they did. She had seen traces of what looked like aged injuries within the lateral view she was allowed of the sire, but now she saw the full extent of them. Exposed teeth, a blinded eye, and Izumi didn't even want to think about what caused such a horrific looking neck wound. There were other scars to talk about for sure, but none as notable as those. Izumi couldn't help to wonder; 'Who the fuck did that?' Ecspecially to a wolf who already looked to be a honed warrior? Did she even want to find out?

Besides this, he began speaking to Izu -- all the while keeping a safe distance from her. Then again, she preferred more of a face to face conversation which didn't require the crane to lean in everytime she wanted to hear what he was saying, so she didn't stop walking towards the marred man until they were face to face. If that distance was him worrying about an attack, then hopefully it would've been made obvious that she couldn't do much with her current muscle mass....or lack there of...

I'm not sure I understood you correctly..." The young crane wisped softly after a small pause. 'Qué suerte'? 'Cariño'? Surely that couldn't have been the common most wolves of this land spoke, but what was it then?

He was bilingual then -- like her.

She did not miss the part where she'd been called beauty, to which Izu would flatten her ears against her head -- flustered. To a stranger? A grand word....

"I was just watching you from a distance.....are you from a nearby pack?"