Hoshor Plains The Winds of Notos!

"Really?" There was quiet shock in Winston's voice, his nose going to lean down towards the new nice gentleman. From side to side, his nose started to wiggle. "You must not be from the band then!" he decided.

Looking the coyote up and down, trying to level with him to make himself not so big and tall, the young teenaged spike looked as though he was waiting for an answer. Well, he sure wasn't getting one- or at least the one that he had been looking for. Maybe because he had not asked! Then, his smile returned in a grin, his tail up and giving friendly wags before he prompted out his next question, entirely oblivious to the fact that someone could fear him. That was a silly notion! "What's your name?"
Wiggly tail, wiggly tail, wiggly tail..........