Stavanger Bay We are tiny but mighty

-Hey there, do you mind if I hop this as a joining thread? If not, this can def be a meet and greet. :P -


He had no business traveling alone, but unfourtionately for him, that was the only way how he knew travel to be. Solitude, a constant reminder of the monster he had forced his own self to be, but aside the issue, more pressing matters were at hand. His survival. And the only way he understood it to be, was to join a pack. Luckily, the thick stench of a family was nearby, and Cry only had to seach half heartedly before he spied a russet and ivory lilted passerby.
Or was she a permanent resident?
Could she be a member of this musky scent?

"Hello,"

Cry still couldn't tell if the wolf was a male or female, but with closer inspection of the form, he could only intterperet curves, and a graceful gait.
Female.

"Miss?"

Curiousity lay buried in his frozen topaz gems, only polite standings in his form. He still had no clue who this wolfess was, and whether she could be of hope to him in finding a family, but he was in the green just for trying, and trying in the proper polite manner.