A jailyard assault in rain and mud

[size=x-small]ooc: Thank you. Medical studies come in handy for writing, I suppose.[/size]

Yuda neither awaited company, nor did he find himself denying the fact that some form of an animal, or beast, will you, to appear before him. A wolf was the mammal to show itself, and for now the watercolor boy did not see beast within the male.

Words reached the juvenile, and no reaction could be found in any form of physical expression. The black eyes stuck to the golden shape that was in Yuda's direct path — if he had chosen to take his journey deeper into the loud mountains.

His dark orbs slowly climbed upward to the highest of the towering peaks, resting there blankly for only a few seconds before gently falling down to the opposing wolf he'd let his eyes drift from a just a moment before.

This was the only reaction that would be presented, and if anyone were to ask Yuda (and if he was to respond), the young fellow would say that it was too much of a response, and a generous one at that.