She was nervous about his response, and yet she could not help but be amused by his resistance to just relax and smile. Perhaps it was just that she found it easy to talk to others, and be open to those that she felt comfortable with, and those were not rare moments. Past experiences had taught her to be weary, and to know and see the darkness in those that held it. But when it was absent, Mati wanted to experience the goodness that was found within them.
He took her words as the joke she meant them to be, and she laughed softly as he accented the humor with a jump into a puddle of dirty rain water. It splashed around his paws and legs, and the lower half of him did seem to look like a regular timber wolf. Even so, Mati found nothing wrong with the sight of him, he was a vivid and colorful as the rest. It was just hard to see it.
“I guess we should,” She spoke, her words filled with an enthusiasm that she took from his suggestion. For a moment she wanted to thank him for not believing that it was a waste, she enjoyed his company. And he didn’t mind her presence it seemed, though conversation didn’t exactly come easy to him. “there is always something to look at around here.” She concluded, violet eyes looked at the pale face and the fire gaze he held. Perhaps there was something other then art supplies that they could find, though Mati still needed certain colors of paint.
Large round paws walked slowly over the rain-moistened pavement. She ignored the cracks and uneven ground, sticking close to the white and mud tones male. As interesting as the city could be Mati knew of its treachery.