Ocean's Breath Plateau cause i'm a georgia warhorse, and i was built to survive

greetings, sir.

arcturus' ears swept back, his spine bristling at the voice suddenly behind him. carefully, the boy turned around, his every step controlled and tight. he was met with the form of a wolf only a few months his senior, noticing first how pristine and smoothly kept percival's fur seemed. arcturus' tense posture dissipated as he noted the playful sway of the stranger's tail.

drawing his sunflower gaze along percival's features for any sign of hostility, arcturus detected none and settled slightly. "hi," he fumbled shyly, relieved that it was neither piper nor a much older wolf -- he was not in the mood to entertain the company of adults.