02-09-2011, 11:29 AM
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When the other pup came bounding towards him, Phone's immediate response to it was to play dead. He sort of failed with flopping over to his side and pretend to have been struck with a heart attack of sorts and instead crouched onto his stomach and covered his face with both paws in reaction to when others came charging after him, it usually hurt when they ran into him.
He didn't realize that the white wolf meant no harm, but for Phones, he was completely terrified of most things that walked or talked to him. He liked company, but this was a lot for him to handle in a single day. Talking with Conor was definitely a bit of a self esteem boost for being accepted into the pack, but he was still worried over nothing, because the paranoia got the better of him.
Lowering one paw, Phones looked up at the other boy, seeing that he didn't hurt him and his stature was not dominating as the others were when he was in his old pack. His headphones were still on top of his ears, but he could hear the other's words clearly still.
"Phones," his words were muffled underneath his paws, but he wasn't sure he was ready to be completely open with the other. He seemed nice, but then again, so did the rest of them.