Barrow Fields love 'em and leave 'em

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, she was exactly what the doctor ordered. Dingo's laughter came out as soon as he heard her giggling, and his tail began to wag, so pleased that he'd finally found someone interesting in the big empty wilderness. She was cute. The more he watched her, the cuter she appeared. It was surprising to see how colorful and bright she was; a mottled coat that wasn't super appealing, hanging off a young and virile figure that made him think — damn girl, you'll grow up pretty! And those eyes! Two different colors. Dingo didn't know that was even possible!

She asked some questions and he, charmed and charming in equal measure, jovially spilled the beans: M'name is Dingo! Dingo Crestwood, an' I'm definitely not from around here, nope! But I might stick around if I can find a good reason to. A little intrigue, a lick of adventure — hmm? If he had eyebrows they'd be wiggling. Since he didn't, he channeled all his energy in to sliding right on in to her DMs over to her, nice and close, to give her a little shoulder-to-shoulder bump. Where's home for you? Is it exciting there?

Hopefully not. Maybe we can get in to some trouble together, eh?