Gonna Getcha Good

His master was gone. Not that he minded but finding a new one was difficult without being sold. His nose had been seeking out others. Blind eyes leading him to former pack grounds. Ears in high alert his nose low to the ground the tried to carefully feel the world around him. That was until a females scent and voice fitted themselves in his ears. Excitement filled him with the thought of a new master.

Number would come closer to her not bothering to hide himself. "Looking for me ma'm?" He asked politely with a dip of his head. "Dont suppose you are into enslaving wolves are you. I'm 411 also known as number searching for a new master." He made sure his stance was low. Naturally that was what he fell too. "I'm also. A man." That was the only thing he possibly asked for. Was to be referred to as such.