LF: Pocket Mercy

Plague knew of Lucerita and Bourbon's pups but he hadn't had the chance of officially meeting them. He wouldn't deny a certain curiosity when it came to Wolf-dogs. Floppy ears and perhaps inferior infrastructure. The last opinion would be graciously kept to himself for the almost yearling didn't want to insult anyone. Nevertheless, the thoughts were originally brought on by the distinct scent of said pups. Plague was near the den in the shrine region and found his eyes falling upon the sight of a small white pup. Fierce forest green optics took in the odd sight of the monochromatic pup with mild interest. He noted the growing horns on the boy's cranium, not nearly as long as his mothers though.

After a few moments of silent observation the older boy decided to slither towards the pup. Expressionless per usual Plague offered a tiny nod and a flick of his alabaster tail. "Greetings." Plague decided to offer a forced grin, "You must be Lucerita's offspring."