Porcupine Ridge blueeyes and two tone

Reyson had often wondered when he was warm and dry and safe if Two Tone was alright. He had a fondness for the youth.

Hello Two tone.

The scarred veteran was surprised when Two Tone approached and initiated physical affection. He nudged him between the soldier blades and atop his head in greeting. Then listened as more words than he was ever used too, spilled from the coy dogs maw.

I wasn't angry. Worried, but not angry.

You owe me nothing. if you want to tell me about your adventures. I'll listen. But they are something for you. That you had to do. I wouldn't ask on something like that.

A smile on his scarred visage it was good to see the youth.