Greatwater Lake Harappa

He stood there for a moment, his weight shifting on his paws. The wanderer in front of him seemed to be taking great interest in his appearance. He matched her eye movements, watching as her gaze went from his scarred face to his paws. He turned his head slightly, moving his good eye closer to the female as to get a better look at her, without the blur that lead to the black he had grown used to on one side of his vision. For a while, he wondered if she was disturbed by his blind eye and various scars, but that quickly vanished. She didn't seem bothered by his appearance at all, but rather, she seemed almost intrigued by it. He gently cleared his throat when her gaze remained on his paws for a while. He lifted one paw tentatively, digging up a small patch of earth with his claws.

He looked the femme over himself, noticing her interesting colouration. Not to mention the curl in her fur. The wolves e was accustomed to seeing were smooth pelted with black, grey, and cream or tan fur, much like his own. When your pack has lived in a cave for generations, all other colours seem to work their way out of the family DNA. He found himself staring just as much as the other, but for different reasons. "You seem rather... interested in my paws and scars. I will admit I am a bit beat up, but is there any other reason why you study me so much?"

set by Emy