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He laughed, still ashamed of himself. "Please- Tumbleweed, call me Tumbleweed, and I am very sorry I made it this awkward," He said. He didn't take any offense when she said she would not consider such a thing. He'd seen his own reflection in the Oasis many times, and knew he might not be considered conventionally handsome. A mutt, with some proportions a bit wrong. Ears too big, eyes too small and squinty and framed with heavy eyelashes. He was handsome neither as a coyote nor as a wolf, but some mixture of both without necessarily taking all the best bits. 

Not only did she agree to stay for a while, but she also offered a function. "Guardian, then?" He asked, his tone impressed. "That would be much appreciated. Here- why don't we take a tour about the borders so you can become familiar with the extent of our territory?" He asked, though he himself knew it was much smaller than others.