Sore loser

As he was staring off toward the river a figure came into view and his brows lifted with surprise when his golden gaze landed on the girl who appeared to be about his age, though noticeably smaller than himself. She moved so gracefully that she could have fooled him into thinking that she was older than she was and when she spoke to him, introducing herself and asking if he was okay, he almost questioned if she wasn't actually an adult that was just really tiny. She was incredibly pretty and graceful and polite, such a stark difference from a lot of the other pups he grew up with - his own siblings included.

A little grin quickly pulled across his features as he looked down at her, his mood noticeably brightening with this pretty girl giving him her attention, pulling his shoulders back to sit a bit taller even though his sore chest protested. "Of course, miss Ikigai. How could I not be okay with a girl as pretty as you checking on me?" he questioned, easily molding himself to match her decorum and turning the charm up to eleven. It wasn't that often when he met someone that immediately impressed him or caught his attention, but Ikigai managed and it made his sour thoughts begin to fade.

He gave her a tip of his head in return, adding, "I'm Cináed. A pleasure to meet you." He glanced back over his shoulder at the festival and tournament still going on behind him, looking back to her curiously. "Don't you want to be with the rest of the wolves at the festival?" Her scent matched up with the other strong pack scents around him of the pack that was hosting this whole thing so he was surprised that she came all the way over here to check on him. It wasn't like he or his siblings were invited to the festival itself, just to the tournament so it left him here waiting for them to be done so they could go home.

Cináed Praetor