Peeping Tom

At least the dame seemed rather understanding, even though the brute could easily tell by the way she was looking and talking that she was both startled and embarrassed. Her comment about asking to be hurt was right, he wasn't thinking when he said that and thought that perhaps it would make her feel better since he was in the wrong. She was at least a kind-nature wolfess and seemed to be alright with it regardless. The dark-colored brute felt extremely guilty for scaring her still. Normally he was always so kind and focused, that when he just happened to see her he blanked out and didn't think she would want to talk to someone like him, especially due to their size difference. Most males were always tough and ready to fight anyone for a girl, and what was he? A thought to be pervert by two people now, and that made him feel sick to his stomach thinking about that.

"Again I do apologize, I have barely talked to any girl wolves before, and I thought that someone like you might not be interested in speaking with me. I've had a few incidences where someone has thought of me as a pervert, for I usually wait and see how people think of me before I say anything so...probably need to work on my people skills," he informed, trying to lighten the mood as best he could due to their less than pleasing encounter with one another. Her comment about not being a part of a back was true as he nodded, "I'm not part of a pack, yes. I have always considered pack wolves higher than someone like me, I don't know my mother always thought of it the same way. Also where are my manners? My name is Osiris Savvil, may I have the honor of knowing your name, Ma'am?" He asked, giving a gentle and reassuring smile to her, his tail gently swaying against the ground.