Sleepy Fox Hollow Verbindung

Dusty was easily pushed around, glad to give any ground the younger wolf desired. He was aware that it wasn't smart to be caught trespassing, but he'd hoped he might catch one of these wolves on their own to make his case rather than bringing the whole brigade down upon him, and look! One of them had appeared! And, as Emmerich noted, he wasn't too far into the area, and he was behaving himself, wasn't he? Dusty had a lot of excuses for his behavior and he knew it, but he thought that was just fine as long as nobody got hurt.

But as cheeky as he was, he'd still been raised to be polite and considerate. Which was why it really rankled when he was accused of acting otherwise.

"That might be proper here," he replied, "but you might oughta consider that elsewhere, showin' up at someone's doorstep and demandin' and audience won't get you very far. So maybe I could've got bit up or chased off, but at least I wouldn't be imposing." As if that were a worse fate! And perhaps it was, to Dusty.

His voice held the least amount of censure possible, for one trying to correct the views of another, and his dark blue eyes were very kind and forgiving. He gave another hopeful sashay of his tail and tried to poke at Emmerich the same way the pup had poked at him.

"So? What's your name?" he asked, performing quick side-step to preemptively dodge any retaliatory snaps. "Here we are talkin' about manners. Let's start over. I'm Dusty. How do you do?"