High Places

Excellent!

He could almost clasp his paws together in joy. Instead, he sat abruptly and displayed a movement speed that seemed almost unnatural to his size. Lean, almost too thin, he was agile. But what was excellent? Well, the woman didn't seem put off by him. She gave a kind smile. She talked to him. Blight considered this a win, indeed.

He tilted his head at her more when he sat, regarding and just used to the action. "Valhalla?" he inquired, wondering why in the world a pack would be named after a dead place. That didn't pull the living folks in, did it? "oh, I'm Blight!" She was too polite to directly ask, so he gave it willingly "it's nice to meet you, Legacy." They both had rather...

...interesting names. "Do you practice botany?" he asked, recalling too late her words about a healer. His wide grin never seemed to disappear, even when he talked. His teeth flashed in the dim light, but he didn't use them on her.