Mine is poop. :x
The rusty wolf-dog observed the stranger from afar and saw that she wasn't alone. She had a bird with her. His massive head tilted in curiosity for the two. Moss was the type who often took in strays or injured animals and nursed them back to health and also knew that a lot of luperci had animals as companions. Over the years Moss had been able to learn and master low speech. The sailors on the boat he took over here helped him with it as well and by the time he got here, he was an expert. It came in handy when trying to help injured creatures.
Eventually she responded with a feminine and excited yip which had his tail going faster behind him. Good. He wasn't in the mood to deal with dangerous strangers. As she approached with a human item in mouth, he noticed her submissive posture and immediately relaxed his body to match hers. He wasn't here to intimidate pretty females, only to search the old city for useful items and maybe make a new friend. The bird that had been watching her from afar was now perched on her back and Moss eyed him curiously, not a single threat could be found in his playful gaze. A playful groan rumbled from the pit of his chest ending in an impatient whine. In this four legged form he couldn't help but sink back into his doggish instincts. Moss looked her over. She was beautiful and it was obvious that she had some dog blood in her as well by her coloration and some of her features which were feminine and sweet. Moss approached keeping his head low and and eye on her and when he reached her he sniffed at her muzzle and the stuffed animal that was lodged in her jaws like a normal dog would do before backing up and looking up at the bird who didn't look very happy that he was here. Then he met her eyes again, which were stunning. A mixture of blues and the tiniest hints of brown. He wouldn't have noticed if he was so close to her.
He tried to be polite and ignore her beauty for the meantime and make small talk with her. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be in this town. It appears to be abandoned. He recalled the many other scents on her, ones that did not match the faded ones from this place. What's such a beautiful woman such as yourself doing out here? It can be dangerous in places like these. If he had been a violent character, she may have ended up hurt. But, he wasn't and was always happy to meet new people, especially women.
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