Tuktu Weir nothing like a big bad bridge

The slender man's ears perk up with the bark from behind him, his head following the movement swiftly. To his pleasant surprise, someone had indeed been tailing him up here after all. Even despite the smell, which his fellow man understandably remarked on when as he came to sit near him.

Heh. No... They're not pleasant. He agreed with the slightest of simpers. He hadn't expected anyone else to accompany him but he was pretty pleased that another from the pack wanted to get to know him. No reason he couldn't take a moment to be social right? The beavers definitely weren't going anywhere.

Although... Henryk struggled to put a name to him. So many brown faces and pelts... It definitely didn't make it easier for him to remember even as he looked him up and down. But luckily he was able to trudge something up from his mind while the ruby-eyed man spoke. Thank gods. He could definitely see what he meant by looking at the same old faces.

You're Ravinger, aren't you? He was at least 80% sure. Lessening by the moment. You're all new faces to me. It's nice to finally meet you though.