Sea Lion Shores The baseball launched to take an eye out

A greeting reached the vessels attached to Yuda's head. A greeting which resonated through the bones like the hum of a musical instrument. And just as the string was plucked, the sound was gone. These could described the senses, the emotions, even the attention span, so to speak (it was more apathy than anything), that made up the young wolf who was not lost, but wandering.

So, the male, being disinterested in another social interaction, moved forward as if he hadn't heeded the acknowledgement of the female who had attempted to embrace his presence, and mostly likely held a desire to know who he was. This wouldn't happen, though. Yuda inconveniencing himself was not a possible option or action that would beckon — it was not that the juvenile would actively pursue rude operations, it was simply that he did not care. Apathy was his natural state, after all.