message in a bottle

Hey, to be fair, she doesn't look the most like a wolf he's seen. Something about her broad face, and the way she's put together... the two of them are uncanny valley wolves. That's it, that's the new breed. It has no requirements, only that they look... something like a wolf but also enough not to be... something else. Yeah, uncanny valley, like mackenzie valley wolves but also not. Way cooler. Maybe they could form a club, except then he'd have to invite Baitboy, and things would get really uncool really fast.

The girl is cool, the place is cool, and that's really all he can ask for-- right? Davey wags his tail, taking a bold step toward the girl, as soon as it looks like she's not going to swing on him. "More often than you'd expect, actually. Dude, I had to keep a fish that was bigger than both of us put together from eating my brother last time. It was a whole thing." He puffs out his chest, proud of the whole incident... even if it had sparked an absolutely wild chain of events. "Explorin' 'n shit, don't mean nothing by it." A grin. A wild grin, one that spreads all over his face and meets his eyes. "Could be weird, but if I wasn't, it would make for a boring adventure."

The shifting of slick rock beneath his feet is a new challenge, one that's really pretty exciting. There was a lot of soft grass back home, and not so many trees. They had like... like so many trees here. So, so many. "Come on, then, show me the cool shit!" Wiggling, kinetic. All of Davey is kinetic, buzzing with energy and excitement. "Hey I told you my name, who're you?" He leers after a moment, figuring he should know who his guide is, if they're going to go wandering. It's time to explore damnit!

"Davey"