Phoenix Maplewood I don't feel connected to all of your lies.

Etienne didn't understand why this wolf was staring at him. Had he been crying so hard that it was obvious even as the shadows shifted. He rubbed a paw over his cheek, smoothing down the fur there in case of.

A tilt of his head. Perhaps this one had never heard the way he spoke. It was a thing sometimes. His dialect and his accent was jarring to those that were not used to it.

Nice to meet you, Cambria. There was a small ruffling of his fur, but he ignored it. Perhaps the young man hadn't realized he essentially copied Etienne. Based on the way he cringed away. A small laugh, kind and lyrical.

Wut you be doin' out 'ere?