Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

Ikaros smiles once more at the way which Tauris speaks, the corners of his lip upturning to which a wrinkle forms below soft ebony fur. Though it barely lasts at her next words. 

He goes silent in an uncomfortable way, mind dancing between decisions that led him here. He's quick to take it personally, brows furrowing for a second before a tight breath is inhaled. But doesn't allow himself to stew in it, not in front of a stranger. He already embarrassed himself enough.

"Yeah, well..." he falls silence once more, unable to come up with words to fill the silence stretched over them. He instead opts to follow the yellow flurries of which are spent spiraling at the wolf's exhale. A few managing to dust his darkened pelt, but he pays it no heed. He plops down with a sigh, laying in the warm light.

And in time he's staring again, taking note of the awkward patches of fur on Tauris. He noticed some spots appear flea-bitten and tips his head, cheek rolling to land on the joint on his paw. Rosemary was said to help such things, though he felt odd giving an obvious cure to a wolf with an ailment.  

"Sooo... you got any plans today, Tauris?" His voice is soft, barely a whisper. "N—Not that im asking you out. On a date." He feels the shame flooding back, quick to seek any sort of recovery. "That would be weird. You're old. Well—older. You're not old. I mean, you seem very nice but that's not-" 

He decides to shut up.