karma police

Hello there =D
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The laxness of his shoulders was vanquished by the thrum of footsteps against the soil behind him. His muzzle pivoted, throwing a glance toward the unidentified stranger, and he at once smiled upon the recognition of Hawkeye as she closed the gap between them. "Howdy, Hawkeye," he returned with a brief bump of his snout's tip to her sable shoulder to complete their initial greeting.

But it was not leisurely conversation that brought them together that morning. She opened the floor, though with a touch of slyness, by inquiring more exact details of his past than he'd revealed at their first encounter. He felt trepidation for a moment...wondering if perhaps an honest answer would turn the pleasant expression on her face sour. Unfortunately he wasn't much of a liar and such risks were simply part of life.

"I did," he answered with a tight nod. "I created the Dragon Watchers alongside Koontz...she was supposed to be my little protégé. She was a dear friend." Why he felt the need to clear that up, rather than fuel suspicions of a deeper relationship, was a mystery to him. "But the position was too much for me to handle at such a young age. I grew sickly with the pressure and, with winter promising my death in such a state, I left back for home to recover." He refused the temptation of a melancholy sigh and instead braced himself for the reaction of his ambiguous leader.