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ooc murr
He wasn't alone for long, a woman came, with a pelt the colour of the impending winter snow and hair akin to a wheat field. Or at least that's what he saw. Colours were of little importance to him but he could match up the basics and to him blonde looked like wheat. He strode forward, confident and almost arrogant as usual. 'What's up with you?' he asked, his voice void of any large concern but as a high ranking member of the pack he felt the need to at least ask if even if he was at a loss if asked to help. He probably couldn't help and again he probably wouldn't help much.
She spoke again to herself, something about holidays, 'No one cares about holidays? I think not'. Holidays were one thing he did care about, mainly because of Io's ever wonderful cooking that he doubted he'd ever taste again. She seemed to be pissed at him for no reason all of a sudden. 'In fact I'd always assumed this place would have jumped on the band wagon long ago' he said bluntly. Gazing toward the sky, he finished his pondering, awaiting a response from the snowy femme.