Thunder Dome prickle and spark,

np! sorry for the wait!

At his chuff, she approached, confirming the reality of her existence with a little joke. Fionn laughs for what feels like the first time in forever, put at ease already by her words. I wish, he chuckles in response. His nose twitches at her scent, some unknown pack tainted with the slightest hint of seabrine. He had never seen the ocean up-close, and wondered if he should take an excursion to the beach. For now, he blinks slowly and wonders in a slur, Wh..where are you from? A pack, or um, something?