no world for tomorrow

Distracted by the sound of honking geese that had taken flight into the air, Kuroo hadn't noticed the man approach the water. With the wind brushing against his coat, the other man's scent had missed him. It wasn't until he heard the crunch of dirt beneath paw and felt a stare upon his skin did he turn to look. Slowly turning to move his pale gaze over to the darker coated male, Kuroo met those bright blues. Even though he saw a slight flash of the scar on the other side of the man's face, something moved inside Kuroo. Perhaps it was the masculinity of the male that made him interested.

Though the stranger turned away to gaze at the glassy surface of the river, something in Kuroo propelled him forward. Being quite the sociable wolf, Kuroo didn't hold much fear within him of others. Keeping his tail low and his ears in a relaxed position, he approached the slate-faced figure with a friendly expression upon his mottled face. What was he supposed to say? Hello? That seemed boring. Comment on the scar? No, that was too forward. Unable to take his eyes off the man, Kuroo stopped a few feet down river with his own toes touching the water.

"Nice day for a drink of water," he comments as he finally turns his gaze toward the water himself. Well, that sounded stupid. There was no taking it back now. If the man wanted to ignore him, he could. Part of him hoped he'd strike up a conversation. Waiting quietly, he lifted a paw to splash at the wet shore to help calm his nerves.