Plot: It’s evening and you come across…

Jiro is relaxed enough that he could've fallen asleep. With the fireflies dancing above him, the sunset light cascading over the ambient glow of the runestones, it was a perfect summer evening. He even lets out a big tongue-curling yawn before he plops his face back down on his rock pillow, toes curling in that way that sleepy pups do. Breathing slowing down, eyes fluttering closed until...

A soft yip of surprise and a stumbling of paws jolt him into reality. Pushing up hurriedly onto his paws so that he's sitting, he blinks away the sleep, giving his head a shake. When he sees who has crossed his path, he gives his head a cant. Why did she look so scared? She's not familiar either. Well, same sorta pale coat like Imogen, but different. The face markings he doesn't recognize nor her pack scent.

"Not every day a pretty girl trips over me," Jiro says in a teasing manner, his sleepy expression slowly pulling into a friendly smile as his tail gives a few thumps against the dry grass. "Guess I was falling asleep, oops," he lets out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Whatcha ya doing out here?" The boy asks, social and curious as ever, definitely not like his grumpy dad.