Fairspell Meadow Vagabond's Waltz

Extracting himself from the bushes, Louis shook stray leaves and twigs from his fur and lifted both forepaws in turn, examining the sticky mess of them with some amusement. He cocked his head. "Kingly? I don't know, I've never met a king before." What a curious thing to consider. But he went on to explain, "I was named after my grandfather. He led a pack waaaay up North. I was born in Lamartine, but I haven't seen home in a while."

Haizel was a surprisingly dainty eater, and when Louis returned to feasting on the bush, he mirrored his new companions, and did so with a little more care than before. A little. His tail wagged, and he spoke as he chewed, "I wanted to explore. Meet new people. See new places. And well, right now, I'm here because of the berries." A giggle. "What about you?"