The man couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed as she stood there, the blunt expression on her face stinging him almost like a wasp. But once she smiled, his anxiety of seeming idiotic seeped away. He relaxed his stiff spine and fur, which was stirring lightly to the soft breeze among the pair. And suddenly, his smile edged into a crooked grin. "I'm very relieved you are friendly, miss. Most rogues I meet aren't as--- bright, as you." His words slipped out of his maw like sap oozing out of an oak tree. But he couldn't help examining the woman once more before sitting down and pulling his long banner over his paws. "Six."
He repeated warmly. "A lovely name. I've never heard of it before...but, I'm Aldoro. A rogue, obviously. But I'm hoping to be welcomed into a pack soon." The man finished with a silent huff.
"Speech"
