Félicien would turn his head to the sound of approaching paws, the crunching of snow a dead giveaway to the stranger. He would be offered greetings, and given a name, which the young man would return in kind. “Hello there. I’m Félicien, and this is Sophitia, my friend.” The golden male would tilt his head to the side slightly, a smile finding it’s way upon his features. Funny how life worked out sometimes.
“I was actually thinking the same sort of thing. Glad to know great minds think alike!” Despite his loses, his voice was cheerful. One couldn’t wallow about in misery forever. “Do you have a particular routine when you patrol? I’m fairly new to Abaven, and haven’t patrolled with anyone else just yet...” Félicien would explain, ears perked forward.
Sophitia for the moment was quiet, resting upon her friend as she looked at Tinaro. She’d observe him with large, bi-colored eyes, curious about the new wolf who had come along to interact with them.
