also whoops i thought i had answered this a few days ago :p
The bright contrast between the female's fur and her eyes was absorbing all his attention, it resembled the captivating patterns that stretched across the sky in a cloudless summer day. He was aware that staring at her might seem offensive to the female, but with the days on his calendar rolling by so quickly he had sworn not to deprive himself of the simple pleasures. Admiring the chocolate hues of her ciat was one of them.
He was also well aware that he was a stranger in the area and that it was her pack who dwelled near these lands, whereas his was tucked far away next to the mountains of the Sunspire. He also recalled having met one of her own before, in fact, the leader himself -- Dante.
"I'm from Swiftcurrent Creek, far back near those mountains" he barked, turning his head momentarily to motion towards the tall peaks of the Sunspire sticking out in the horizon.
