knock knock

Their call was answered promptly by a small, greyscale girl who trotted with the very same joy Sol might have had he a body all to himself. His muzzle split into a grin as she approached while Khonsu's own lifted slightly to peer down at her from height. The fuschia eyed wolf saw no reason to be threatened by an individual as small and young as this one, his gaze shifting from her own to observe the distant rocks while Sol greeted her.

"Hi! I'm Sol and this is my brother, Khonsu." The friendlier twin introduced them in turn. It was a bit strange to be met with such a warm welcome, to be called wonderful when historically others had treated him as anything but. The wolf blushed, his muzzle tilting downward toward his chest as he allowed the warm feeling of acceptance to sink into his chest. "It's okay. You're pretty wonderful too - I've never seen one wolf with two different eye colors before."

Sol felt his brother sigh beside him but ignored it, focusing his attention politely upon the girl before him and to the task at hand. The first bit of responsibility he'd been given in his short life. "We're new to this land and are looking for a home. There are many to choose from, so we hoped to hear about each pack before making a decision." It was a practiced speech, one he'd rehearsed to try and overcome the shyness that came from a lifetime lived behind a muzzle. Once he'd stated his business, Sol couldn't help but try and sate his curiosity with a question. "What's a Daimyo?"