Blackfeather Woods Never be like you

O’Mally could sense the nervousness twitching at the brindle furred dog, in return he smiles warmly. His handsome face tilts to one side when they stutter out an answer. O’Mally takes a quick glance to Andre, a touch of teeth showing in his excitement. Even when Andres mentions the fact that they would not harm one of their own, O’Mally seconds on that,

“Yes, no need to be afraid lithe one.” He hums to them.

At that, he sees their tail wag and he rumbles out a soft chuckle. He even lifts his head higher in soft surprise when they’re quickly asking them a question.

Stray? Or house pet?

O’Mally’s face falls some when his owner’s beautiful face resurfaces in his mind. She was beautiful. She loved him. She took him everywhere and did everything with him.

There is a spark of sadness in his eyes when he smiles and speaks once more. “Both.” 

He moves on quickly. “We are trying to find others like us.” He says with determination. “Will you help? Travel with us,” he suggests strongly, confidently. “we will protect you from the wolves that circle this land. And perhaps one day, we may find more like us — dogs, like us.”

He has the confidence and assurance of a man who has done this many times. An undoubtedly handsome face accompanied by a trustworthy smile.