Drowning [Birch]

The warm welcome that was received only continued to cause Birch's smile to spread across his face. ?owyn. It was a beautiful and unique name, unlike his own. But all the same Birch liked his name. It seemed to fit the happy-go-lucky brute. There seemed to be confusion in the female's eyes, but Birch would pass that off simply as to having appeared because of his presence. The chivalrous brute would dip his head again, speaking with a kind, gentle tone. "Birch. Birch Netonya." He would give his family name, though it wasn't likely this she wolf knew it. If anything maybe she had heard of Anranya... but he wasn't hoping to hear news of any of his other family members.

Her voice was also sweet to his ears, and, being slightly naive, Birch didn't necessarily realize the flirtatious hinting in it, though his mind and body reacted naturally. Birch moved closer, though kept at a respectable enough distance to give her space, and settled before her, tail lightly thumping the ground. His purple eyes shown with a bright happiness, and he chuckled softly.

"It is a bit of a dull place that you have come to, miss ?owyn. Hardly fitting for such a beautiful creature to stay in. I've been in Alacritia a short while and must say that there are many places far more beautiful than this one, if you would care to travel to them."[/color] The brute would flash her a gentle smile. "So what brings you to Alacritia?"