Itchy paws

Oki's body language was always laid back and chill. If Hattori had a stick up his arse then Oki had carved his own stick into a spear and yeeted it out of sight and mind. Catching the scent of a couple of hounds, Oki found himself ambling towards the flicking orange of a campfire. Not many folks camped these days, hell from experience he reckoned most wolves just sort of bunkered down after a while. Their corner of the world was where they wanted to be, and all.

"Yo." He greeted once he deemed himself close enough, didn't barrel right in as it was tempting to. He had a few scraps of manners left in him. "Mind if I join ya?" If he was told to sod off he would, maybe with a quip or two but he wasn't here to rain on anyone's parade.