He turned to find an unfamiliar sight. It was rare for him to lay eyes upon someone with similar hues as him. But that was also all there was to it, and she was a stranger to him as so many were in these caverns. He was not annoyed by the interruption, for she had spoiled nothing with her presence. His sunset eyes revealed mild curiosity at best, and that was all there was to it. Arms rose up and crossed as he took a step towards the visitor. Yes, for that was what she was, right? Her scent was not foreign to him—fresh smells were quickly picked up when all the wolves lived so closely together in a place with air more stagnant than up in the free.
He should just be grateful to have others take initiative, but it did not help him appreciate this opportunity. This female’s scent was one of the more recent ones to arrive to the caves. ”Do you enjoy living in the dark?” he wondered, voice flat without devotion to a conversation. He was likely to come off as indifferent to her, but it was just his way of being. The fallen prince harboured many flaws, and interacting with other canines was not one of his strengths.
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