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His willingness to endure nature's fierceness paid off quickly. It only took a few minutes of his precious time for someone to show up; Honoré had definitely been lucky thus far. Now to see if good fortune was really on his side. The stranger's voice pierced the rainfall's cacophony, a ray of hope amidst the storm. One of his ears flicked forward followed by the other, resembling two antennas searching for electromagnetic waves. Calmly, the chalky frenchman opened his eyes, revealing two orbs of rusty bronze. They eventually settled on the male standing approximately two yards away from him, intently analyzing the wolf who had the potential of becoming a future ally.
Whoever this fellow was, he sure looked like he'd gone to hell and back. Honoré was a little taken a back by the cicatrice that cut right through the man's left eye but he did not show it. His facial expression was amicable but not overly so. While somewhat wary, the five-year-old male felt like he could allow himself to relax and trust the stranger to a certain extent. Perhaps it was the authoritative aura around him. "Allo," he replied, politely returning his interlocutor's greeting. If that one word wasn't enough to give away his french origins, then the following sentence certainly would. "I've got nowhere to go." His accent was heavy but his grammar was almost perfect. Honoré not only wrote poetry in french, but in english too. His hobby had helped him gain quite a lot of knowledge when it came to linguistics.
Admitting to not having a place to stay was almost torture. His ego was badly wounded but it would undoubtedly heal with time. Accepting the fact that he was currently vulnerable was one of the sacrifices he'd have to make if he wanted to receive the help he needed. But damn, it sure wasn't easy.