the warming welcome

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As she got closer to him, she realized the full enormity of their size difference. For a second it did throw her off. Wyvern wasn't used to standing so far over someone and tried not to drastically splay her ears. Usually she looked up, or others were generally around her height kind of like Cara was. She remembered being a touch taller than their mom, but yeah.. most wolves were not this small.

Anyway, she wrote it off as bizarre and swayed her tail when she was met with friendliness. Cool, I'm Wyvern Ostrega. You're pretty new here, yeah? she asked and tilted her head. She was taking in sight of him curiously, and found that he did remind her of a coyote -- not that she was often up this close to them.