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Haha, Key's being an anti-social pain as usual -_-
The male whom had introduced himself seemed … nice enough. He was an interesting one, his coat coloured tan, brown and maroon. It was different and yet the colours seemed to fit together naturally. But that did little to ease Key’s nerves and paranoia, seeming ‘nice’ didn’t always mean one was nice, his blues eyes peered out, staring at the male a fraction longer to asses whether he was a threat or not. Deciding to take a risk, he tentatively stepped away from the tree and tilted his head in a way of welcome at the male in an attempt to avoid conversation, but since the other one, Shawchert, had introduced himself, Key felt inclined to return the gesture, “I’m Alaki” he paused for a moment in silence, stuck on what to say next, unsure whether he even wanted to continue the conversation further or not; a quiet though whispered in his head, reminding him that it wasn’t too late to turn tail and head back home. But curiosity was a powerful thing and it pushed him to step out of his anti-social shell, if only a little.
“The tree, it’s beautiful” he said, nodding his head back, indicating towards the large tree he had walked into. “Cercatori D’ Art, that’s the pack that resides past these borders?” he inquired.
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