Lazy Days

It was as the other male turned to meet his gaze that Enrico better caught sight of him, and Enrico's eyebrows rose. He was certainly... an unusual-looking sight, and despite his wariness Enrico was intrigued. He had never seen another wolf with the strange long hair placed upon his head like a horse's forelock, and he'd seen very few with the sort of markings the male displayed either. In his days in the mafia Enrico would never have chosen to tap this male as a potential associate, simply because he was so... memorable. Perhaps some of his colleagues would appreciate the memorable nature of it, but Enrico had always preferred to gather those who were more unobtrusive and easy to blend into a crowd. Still, it was undeniably intriguing, and Enrico found himself taking cautious steps towards the larger male before setting down the duck that crowded his mouth.

"Mi scusi, apologies for interruption. I am called Mask. May I to be... asking of your name?"