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The river ran swift and strong, for a brief moment, Rodyn was unsure if the she dog would even hear him. Was she perhaps part wolf, he didn't think so, too small. And he didn't wish to say strange looking, that felt wrong, because she wasn't just different. He felt bad as she jerked, her song peppering off in quick succession. He hadn't meant to scare her.

He couldn't quite get over how small this female was. She barely came to his chest he'd wager, though perhaps she was bigger than she seemed. He fought a smile, small things were usually mighty things, his sister, his mother, both had proven that time and time again.

The silence stretched, but it wasn't unbearable. Though, Rodyn felt another lick of guilt as the femme curled her tail. Rodyn abruptly sat down. He didn't wish her to think he was towering above her on purpose, or with ill intent. He sniffed once, smelling pine needles, and dried leaves, soil and river. The damp, earthy smell that only seemed to converge around rushing bodies of water, fresh, new.

She made a noise, and as Rodyn took her in he wondered at it.

Hello, I'm Rodyn Ardeth.

He spoke quickly, quietly, but she could hear. He felt the need to go small with this she dog. Lower himself to her scale, not be loud, unassuming.