Off on adventure

The strangers were both younger than him, something that helped just slightly ease some of his ever-present nervousness. Younger wolves were generally less intimidating, though saying he wasn't intimidated at all would be a lie. Spirit kept his distance as they both spoke, assessing the situation as carefully as he could. Both of them seemed friendly enough, which he appreciated. Slowly he took a few more strides toward them, noting the way the male's tail wagged, even more proof of his good intentions.

"T-that's what I was thinking," he agreed quietly, loud enough for the two of them to hear but probably just barely. He shifts to adjust the tattered satchel hanging over his shoulders. "M-my name's Spirit Destruction," he offered his name, feeling a bit awkward at saying so much but trying hard to be reasonably social anyway. "A-and this -" He gestured to the sky, where his red-colored finch companion was occasionally circling overhead, sometimes pausing for short breaks. "T-that's Strawberry."