Wapun Meadow riddle me this. riddle me that.

sorry for the delay man!!!im an idiot

Not like he'd expected a pleasant greeting with open arms, but he hadn't expected an ice-cold bastard like this, either. His eyes narrow, but represses the instinctual frown. The stranger can't stop touching his own hair. Taylor either had no patience for the grooming or the concept of having the luxury to clean oneself regularly was entirely foreign to him.
How about a name? You tread awfully close to my home, sire. He cocks his head, answering the wolfdog's glacial guise with an acidic jab and a tight, closed smile.