Hoshor Plains ommatophoca

‘Mac winced at the look the stranger gave him; yikes. Why was he so damned clumsy? This whole gathering made him nervous, not because he expected any ill will, but because, well, he didn’t want to leave a bad impression. He’d only ever socialized within his birth pack, and he had no idea as to any customs that may exist elsewhere. What if he accidentally offended someone? It looked to him as though he was off to a great start with that already.

The lanky lad rubbed his left forelimb anxiously with his right paw, his ears back in embarrassment. He blinked and continued the self-soothing gesture as the unknown female continued to stare… and stare… and stare. ‘Mac glanced over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t actually staring at someone behind him… or in case someone else was watching. Oh no, what do I do?! He tried glancing back at her before settling his gaze on the ground, finding direct eye contact a bit awkward and uncomfortable right now.

She spoke, and it startled him.

“Oh! A-about… this place. All these p-people. I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to be d-doing here. I’m not used to meeting new folks,” he explained hastily, still reluctant to make any eye contact with her.