You can't be afraid if you want to be great

Dagda the wanderer didn't know what he was doing anymore, if he ever had. His day had started out fairly normal. A quick breakfast of rabbit had settled his stomach, and a groom of his long fur had left his feeling a bit more refreshed. He didn't know why he felt so down in the dumps.

The life of a loner could be just that - lonely. Apart from the rabbit he'd munched on earlier, and the wheeling gulls and crows taunting him from above, he hadn't seen another soul in quite some days. You would think, then, that as soon as Dagda spotted a wolf who didn't seem outright to be a murderer or anything else bothersome, that he would jump at the chance to go and introduce himself.

As he found himself in this strange place riddled with caves and who knew what else, this male watched creepily from the shadows as this new guy padded about. He hadn't meant for his creeper session to last so long, and as he noticed the newcomer growing more and more unsettled by presumable Dagda's gaze, the healer decided he couldn't in clear conscience let it carry on any longer.

"Hi there!" he called out, voice echoing oddly as it was caught and bounced by the numerous caves surrounding them. He stepped out into the light and began walking over to the male, noting their similar heights and ages. Dagda barely knew what he himself was doing in this odd place, what was this guy here for?