Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

Stopping short at the stranger's appearance, Louis pricked his ears and wagged his tail - raised aloft in confident excitement. It wasn't... the friendliest sounding way he'd ever been invited to share his name. But they weren't growling at him, and he felt no compulsion to appear more submissive, regardless.

Louis' nose twitched with a curious sniff and he offered a smile, "Louis the Blue. Roving wanderer of unseen horizons and bane of crabs." His voice lilted playfully and he lifted a paw to his chest, hoping the slapdash attempt at humor might ease any outstanding tension. "But uh, just Louis will do fine. And you?"

He observed what he could. Grey but for a striking red mask, he'd at first thought clay was painted across her muzzle. She smelled female, though he wouldn't exactly say they carried themself as such. And she was younger than him, though maybe not by much. From smell, she appeared to claim kinship with a pack. How interesting!