The small print

*Askan* · 06-13-2020, 03:25 PM

Askan rolled his eyes as he settled his chin down on his legs. Her response was bland, tasteless, giving him little insight as to what kind of person she was. Not that he cared, really. The cavern was large enough for the two of them, easily, but in a somewhat petty display the lady got up and moved further from him, like she couldn't stand the smell of him. Askan's nose wrinkled at that, appalled by the imagined insult. Perhaps if he were a more reasonable man he'd realise that she was trying to keep herself to herself, avoiding conflict and just waiting out the rain, but of course Askan had to make a mountain out of molehill. He pressed his nose to his shoulder and took a sniff. He wasn't the best groomed, having little interest or time for that right now, but he was hardly a mess either. The Selwyn was simply a little rough around the edges, but more or less presentable.

That lady though, she certainly carried some interesting scents.

"You from a pack?" He asked the darkness.

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