Whitefish River well, what'd'ya know?

end from me! will archive - but definitely!

He was thinking the same about Hiero, honestly. From the way they greeted each other to the way they joked... it felt good to meet another canine that could laugh. He felt he didn't need to hide who he was. Dorian didn't like to - he wanted to be appreciated for who he was. Not who he felt he needed to be. But he also didn't lie.

He'd do what he could to make sure the pack would thrive. That he promised. "Right behind ya, buddy!" he cawed, walking after the man with a spring in his step. But Dorian couldn't help but shoot a look at where that lady had gone to. He quickly frowned, hoping it wasn't anything he had done. When she had arrived, her actions were friendly. 

She had wanted to greet him, this he knew. But maybe... he'd ask Hiero later what the problem was. Maybe he could help.