Hideaway Strath Do you? Can you? Have you? When?

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Posie flushed under his white as she spoke her name once more, eyes widening in alarm at his naivety. He had merely just introduced himself—and he was already scatterbrained enough to miss her name! He opened his mouth to excuse himself, quieting himself as she shifted.

The wolf’s ears flattened meekly as the she-wolf picked her gait from the ground. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t soothed by her reassuring chuckle. He shivered, dispelling himself of any distractions of wind or other to ensure he collected all information. ”I am so sorry, dear Akira,” he apologized with the bow of his head, ”I am Posie, a wanderer.”