Please like me please like me

Álarr cocked his head to the side as he gazed back at Pestilence. She was staring at him and he immediately started wondering if he'd said something stupid. Did she think this was weird? It was kind of weird. He was used to wolves hunting their prey, not raising it. He was about to say something when she spoke. He grinned. "They're much better to eat than to look out that's for sure."

He followed her gaze back out to the herd, automatically scanning for any signs of injury or illness, completely oblivious that Pestilence was looking him over. He glanced back to her just as she spoke.

You have pretty eyes.

He blinked for a moment as the compliment registered and a flush of embarrassment hit him. "O-oh. Thank you." He wasn't quite sure what to say. No one had ever complimented him on his looks before. The most he got was maybe Afi telling him he looked less like a goat. He felt like he should return the compliment but his brain couldn't seem to decide what to say until he just took a few steps closer to her. "I'm really glad you're here Pesto." He really was.

Feeling suddenly awkward again he search for a change in subject. "I'm free this afternoon, you want to do something? How do you like to spend your time?"