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Altavro Of The Nomads

He was starting to suspect that there was something seriously going on with this female, something beyond Altavro's expertise. He was a healer of the physical body, not the mind. Illnesses of the mind were far beyond Altavro's ability to help, as much as he might desire to. At any rate, her name was certainly not Alataverior or whatever she had said. "That's literally just my name with a little extra thrown in." Altavro grumbled, half to himself and half to the female who stared at him with her blank gaze. But when her fangs came dangerously close to forming a snarl, Altavro backed down quickly. "All right, all right. I'm Polly." Distaste touched the last word, but Altavro was no fighter and felt no desire to get involved in violence with a wolf such as this. He could not justify even attempting to fight a wolf acting in this manner; there was obviously something affecting her outside of her realm of control. Which meant that he was going to need to walk on eggshells for a little while, a serious difficulty for the crotchety wolf. When his pelt was on the line, however, Altavro could shape up pretty quickly, to say the least. Right as rain? As if. There was no way this was the natural state for a wolf to be in. She was staring like she didn't see anything, which was weirder than many things Altavro had seen in his years, and he had seen some strangeness. Perhaps not enough to prepare him for this female, but he was giving it a valiant attempt. Mostly because he didn't fancy getting his fur shredded or anything like that. "Enjoying the water?" Altavro would question with a flick of his tail, amusement touching his tone. There was something to be said about the happy way she rolled in the sand. Strange acting or not, Altavro was kind of glad she was enjoying herself.

ooc: oh gosh, i'm really sorry about that!! I hope this works better and yeah i'm sorry. I am very derpy sometimes ;;