Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears

The voice of a stranger startled Alfie as he padded after Koron, and bright blue gaze lifted to meet the golden hues of a femme. Her scent was foreign to him too, but goodness were her golden eyes pretty. The young man frowned, coming to a stop as the polar fox before him gave a thoughtful hum. She had unique markings too, soft colors that reminded him of leaves in autumn. “I uhh… I think we are at least…” Alfred’s voice was quiet, his natural anxiety welling up the moment he needed to speak to the pretty she-wolf.

Luckily Koron was able to step in, letting out a light laugh as she looked up at the stranger. “Sorry, Alfie gets a bit… nervous around others. Particularly those who are not from Fiori.” The polar fox fearlessly trotted over to the wolf, looking up at her with shining eyes. “I’m Koron! And that’s Alfred, but I call him Alfie cause it’s cuter.” The polar fox twitched her ears a couple times. “What’s your name? Is it pretty? Is it cute?” Koron just kept on going, leaving a shier Alfie standing back and gazing at the stranger with his blue eyes.

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