Write To Me & Escape

The large beast turned his head away shyly as the she-wolf reached out to sniff him. His ears remained half slanted, unsure if she'd chase him away or reject his approach and flee. However, she had merely sniffed him and stood back a bit. Flicking his eyes to her, he slowly and carefully slid his head to be level in front of his body. More in a lowered manner, showing that he wouldn't hurt her. His ears perked forward, showing interest in her words as she spoke. His fiery eyes glanced over the smaller female, while she was much smaller then he, he had slunk his body down the closer he had gotten to her so as not to scare her. If he stood straight, he'd tower over by a landslide. He couldn't help it, it's just how he was born. If he fully stood now, he'd probably scare her off.

The males ears stood forward and erect, tail wagging slightly and losing its stiffness. She didn't seem scared anymore, and he thought as she spoke. For some reason, the way the sun cast onto her eyes, it made them glow clear deep blue. He could see lighter blue flecks encircling her pupils as well. He admired the way the light drew out the color in her eyes, something he never got to notice in anyone since nobody gave him a chance. He smiled a bit at her, still attempting to hide his muzzle scar with dirt he had rubbed in earlier. Likewise, the huge scar on his chest and back were also muddied. Hidden from the worlds prying eyes. He always felt embarrassed by them, therefore he never liked to show them. Instead, always hiding them beneath crusted dirt and mud.

"Pardon me. I didn't mean to spy on you or anything, I just happen to...live out here on my own. My name is Dragon, Dragon Armstrong. What's yours if I may ask?"