done runnin down the moon

Corsair wasn't a stranger to brightly coloured wolves, but the girl that called out to him was something else. Swallowing his heart back down into his chest where it belonged, he stared at the girl for just a moment too long before he turned his head back to survey the hellscape spread out before them. "That's one way to describe it..." he finally deigned a response, violet eyes unblinking as they took in the surrounds.

He was probably being rude, he knew Gilda would kick his ass for being... different, so he gave a half wave of his tail, still pointed at the ground as a signal that he meant his companion no harm, not really.

Shaking some of the tension from his coat, he exhaled slowly, before looking back to the colourful girl. "Corsair," he introduced himself with a blink, ever present look of concern still painted on his face. "I haven't been here before... is it... new?"

"speech"