Nocturne

He gave a small gruff wheeze in response before muttering a short “Awrite.” And lifting his paw to gesture for her to lead. He was still adjusting to the pack borders and just where the territory ended and began was something of a mystery to him. “Af-after ye.” He muttered, starting to feel self-conscious, although gods be damned if he let anyone know it. What he liked about Crew was that most of them seemed to be misfits, or he thought so anyway. Chaos had his teeth, Artemis had her….blue and…well it didn’t have to apply to everyone did it? Artemis was blue and Chaos had his teeth and he spoke funny and had a messed-up face. He hadn’t even met everyone in Crew yet so for all he knew there were other misfits in the pack running around the territory. He cautioned a glance at Artemis with his good eye and sighed internally, blue or not, he doubted she had any trouble fitting in, she was after all very pretty, and Chaos’s fangs were nothing short of intimidating. His scars made him seem tough but it still hurt when he caught people staring. He wondered if she had ever felt the same way or if she, like a few too many females reveled in the awkward looks and shy glances.