Firestone Hot Springs A Regular Spring Day

He chuckles at the polite smile that faces her features, the curt dip of her head to accompany it. She seems sweet enough, yet, his initial experience with that female dog he’d met causes a fire to swell within his breast–not a good one either. He ignores the feeling, knowing that this female hasn’t done anything to spite him yet.

Then, as she apologizes for his loss, he shakes his head somberly. “I appreciate that.” He says monotonously back.
When the raven furred she-wolf asks to join him he nods his head down to the water. “I’d be honored.”

Watching her, he tilts his head. “What pack are you from?” He asks, genuinely curious.