Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

Not a problem!

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Oddly enough he lamented having mistaken the femme not because he'd been wishing for Koontz (though part of him had been) but because he felt he'd done the she wolf a disservice. Blundering an identity to him was akin to ill manners; he wished to convey the notion that although she was not perhaps who he'd hoped to see her apparition was an entirely welcomed distraction.

"If she showed up I wouldn't hesitate to see her," he answered with a timely nod of his head. "She lived in the Plateau over yonder last I'd seen...she isn't there anymore though." Ax's heart gave a little quake as he verbally announced what he'd been internalizing since the beginning. Koontz was gone and he had no way of tracking her. The little introvert had disappeared...and likely forever from his life.

"Problem is all you pretty girls around here are black as coal like her," he mentioned with a wayward smile. He was past the tittering age of blushed cheeks and colorful synonyms to convey his opinions. He'd always thought Koontz was attractive and, in lieu of their similarities, it was only natural he thought Amekaze was too. "My name's Ariston," said the wolf from his little perch. "I apologize for having disrupted your peaceful walk."