Lake Rodney You were making fun of the way I drive

Relief rushed through the wolfdog’s frame, increasing the strong wave of his tail and the pleasant sway of his frame. Upon hearing the wolf’s voice, Pyramus felt his fear slip from him. The wolfdog trotted toward the other with a small amount of hesitancy. The friendliness was almost unmistakable, but Pyramus knew better than to judge an introduction on the first few words.

Hi, I’m Pyramus, he began with a nod.

The wolf had asked if Pyramus lived nearby. This caused the halfling’s body language to shift. His ears splayed slightly as he glanced to the wilderness around them. After having crossed paths with the sour little wolf Blueberry, he did not wish to upset any other natives.

I travel with Thisbe. We do not live near, not yet. We are seeking a wolf pack that will grant us a chance to prove ourselves. Pyramus offered a smile next.