centuries

The thought occurred to Sumayl that perhaps, just perhaps his day wasn't entirely ruined after all — never mind the fact that he was covered in mud on top of the fact that his agouti coat had already been damp with the soft rain that had started to fall. Sure, colliding into some one else wasn't, exactly, the epitome of a good day but for some odd reason it had made his day better as opposed to worse. The woman's laugh came out of her lips sounding breathless and as if on some kind of reflex Sumayl drew in a deep breath, letting out a soft chuckle. “Life works in mysterious ways like that,” Sumayl spoke with a soft smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “Pack Real Estate shopping, I guess,” Sumayl said, his ears slicking back to stand at half mast against his skull. “Trying to find a pack to join, really.” It was awkward, not knowing where to start. It was his first time in his short two years of life that he'd been trying to find a pack on his own. He hadn't really had intentions of leaving his birth pack but here he was trying (but not really succeeding) in finding his own place in the big, wide world.

“I'm Sumayl, by the way.” He introduced giving her his name despite the fact that she hadn't asked for it. “You live here?” He inquired curiously, with a cant of his head in the direction of The Sunspire.