Kintla Flatlands Taking a Break

He watched as uncertainty had taken dominance over the bathing wolf's face. He had noticed the seconds it took for the expression to be upon it, and it was not from his appearance, but from his words, alone. The accent, perhaps? The land of English speakers was one of diversity, but perhaps he was a factor that was undoubtedly one of rarity amongst the melting pot.

The male offered a greet, like his own. A shadow of a smile briefly flashed itself on the maw of the sear pelted male. For reasons that possibly lined on personal image on a first basis, the company retrieved himself from the water of the hot pool he resided in. The guard of the wolf had already been up, never lowered even as he slept, yet for precautions, he heightened it a notch. Forever ready.

Vector examined him in a non hostile manner, just emotionless. Watching. Waiting for anything thay could tip him off. Yet the spray of liquid that drenched the coat of his company flew the air, a couple of the splatters landing upon his snout. He remained unflinching, his emerald stare never leaving the wolf before him. A swift apology left the male's lips, and he nodded silently in acknowledgment. After he introduced himself, soaked and all, the ominous Vector returned the favor.

"I am Vector. Merry meet, Koda," the russian responded, deciding to spend the rest of the potential conversation in the company's language.