Firestone Hot Springs A Regular Spring Day

His eyes follow the motion of her paw as she dips it into the clear water. Then he slide his gaze back up to her face. “Hm, it looks fine on you.” He compliments.  “You’re right, I’m the only one like this. Or at least I assume.” He says the last part with a shrug.

When she asks him what he’s doing out here his face falls slightly. His mind instantly going back to the slaughter of his pack. His eyes are distant and dull or only a second before he blinks slowly, shooting back to reality well enough to produce words once more.

He hums thoughtfully, allowing his starry hues to meet her own. His features more neutral than anything.  “A lot of shit happened with my old pack. So now I’m here.” Then a smirk lights up his face despite his previous words. “It does.” He chuckles lightly.