Hoshor Plains ommatophoca

Sumac was still wary of the stranger’s response - he wasn’t a worldly individual himself, having only been socialized within his loving, but isolated birth pack. But this female didn’t seem to be judging him, at least not in an unfavorable way. She was difficult to read, and he wasn’t sure if it was his own lack of experience, or if it was simply her nature. He relaxed a little, his golden tail tip swishing softly at his hocks.

“Not t-too long ago. I came with my friend, Easy,” he added, wondering if dropping his companion’s name would have any effect. After all, he was still learning. “We came by looking for someone in particular for her. Me… well, I’m just k-kinda… well, I’m homeless, and I just sort of wander around… I guess.”

The admission felt a little sad and pathetic, he supposed, but it was the truth. Suddenly, ‘Mac felt glum. He missed his family terribly, but nothing in this world could bring them back.

“What about you?” He inquired, deciding to shift his focus away from dismal self-introspection and back to her, “Did you come here with your family?”