The she wolf would rise shortly after the sun, Allen having not left his position near her. He honestly was hoping to talk to the wolf, even if she smelled of a pack... and not just any pack, but Glaciem. From what he understood pack wolves were not always so kindly to rogues like himself, though perhaps that could just lay within the temperament of the wolf in question. Allen was hoping for some sort of company, however, so the calcio brute would wait, tail flicking on occasion as he waited.
Luckily for Allen's sake she wasn't unfriedndly. Not really the morning type, he would guess, unlike himself. But that was alright, not everyone could be an early bird. She appeared to be a bit younger than him, Allen noticed, so she would definitely have some life experience under her belt. Allen would respectfully dip his head to the female as she rose, a smile gracing his features. "Just hoping for some company, madam. Forgive me if it seemed a bit strange to wait for you like this, I honestly meant nothing else by it."
Allen's gaze would follow the female as she got off the strange... soft thing... and onto the floor. He would rise, tail gently swishing against the backs of his legs. "My name is Allen Walker, and yours? That is, if you don't mind my asking, madam." He spoke with respect for her in his voice, not just because she was a pack wolf, but because she was a lady.
"Speech", 'Thought'
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