He couldn't understand the surprise, the shock, that clouded the features of his once-friend as he waited for acknowledgement. His easy-going expression faded into the briefest hint of a frown. He returned his hand to his pocket, the fingers curling uncomfortably to touch the bands of the rings there, green eyes focused steadily on the handsome wolf who'd come upon him. Had it been so long that his time in Toronto had been forgotten? Hadn't he helped the boy learn, hadn't he been a good teacher? Well, there was that incident, but that was past and this was now and he scowled internally to think he'd been forgotten by the one who'd sent him toppling toe over nose.
Do I know you? "Vincent. From back west? We were...friends." Friends, acquaintances, something he couldn't fully recall anymore after dealing with the Brothers. Shaking his head, he stepped forward, rubbing the bottom of his muzzle as he studied the man. "You look good, Strelein -- your hair is nicer."
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