its the unknown that draws you in

Her voice is a soft whisper on the wind that barely reaches his ears. The Hallows. Was that the pack that lived nearby? In the castle? It was a castle right? A brow lifts, his body repositioning slightly more so he can get a better look at her. Was she sure she wasn't from heaven? Well, if she said she wasn't, he'd have to believe her, right?

Kind of lost in thought, he is taken by surprise when she introduces herself and compliments him. Both ears perk up and he blinks a few times. Moss? Turning to check his fur, he lets out a laugh. "It's not moss, but it can look like it, huh?" He asks, his smile widening as he turns to look back at her. Stretching out his paws against the grass, he releases a yawn before rolling up onto those too large paws. "Well Meadow, the name's Wilder," he takes a step toward her, lowering his head so its more on her level. "What kinda herbs you after?" Wilder asks, head canting to the side as he perhaps gets a little too far into her bubble.

WILDER